Meet the Mad Hooligan	For the men of the Air;
The Landing Ship, Tank	Believe It or Not
That crosses the ocean	Whatever his needs,
To land on the bank!	This lady has got,
	That's the Mad Hooligan
She's Long, she's lanky,
She's slow, she's cranky;	For the man of the sea,
She bangs, she beats,	On a ship that is, lost,
Every Ripple she meets	She'll come to his rescue
That's the Mad Hooligan!	Whatever the cost
	That's the Mad Hooligan!
She's as versatile a lady
As ever ther'll be;	For the man who is wounded
She won't lay at anchor,	And in need of a rest,
And she's stubborn at Sea,	She'll take him aboard,
That's the Mad Hooligan!	And treat him her best,
	That's the Mad Hooligan!
Her cargo is varied	When the "big job" is over,
To meet the demands,	And the battle is won,
The goods she ferries	She'll bring the boys home,
Supplies all hands	Every last one
That's the Mad Hooligan!	That's the Mad Hooligan!
For the man on the land,	To shorten the story,
She has tanks, trucks and jeeps;	She's tops to the core,
Food, guns and ammo;	And the deeds she has done
We're playing for keeps,	Will remain evermore,
That's the Mad Hooligan	That's the Mad Hooligan