You climb up the mountain in the rain.
You study the map and then the terrain,
All you see is the rain and the mud,
The radio's dead and the first round's a dud.

You shoot 16 rounds and what do you get?
No registration and soaking wet.
S3, don't you call me cause I can't wait --
someone stole the wire to my double E8.

You look for the RP and it's easy to see,
1000 yards from your OP.
You multiply one by the sensing in mils
And the rounds come out on the distant hills.

You shoot 16 rounds and what do you get?
No registration and soaking wet.
S3, don't you call me cause I can't go --
I sold my soul to the FDO.

My buddy takes it easy most every day --
They bring him pills on a sterile tray.
His last command was "Roger, wait" --
Then the rounds fell in on OP 8.

He shot 16 rounds and what did he get?
a padded cell, and he lives there yet.
A Purple Heart hangs over his head,
And the sun shines through a hole in his head.

This is the end of the FO's song --
Some say a man can't go wrong
But they've never been on an old OP,
And suffered the mistakes of the FDC.