Just above the Arctic Circle, Thule is the spot
Men are battling the weather, in the land that God forgot
Here in the land of ice and snow, where men turn cold and blue
Right in the midst of nowhere, five thousand miles from you
We swear we freeze, we shiver, this is more than a man can stand
Yet we are not considered convicts, but defenders of our land
We are the men of Thule, working for our pay
Guarding those with millions, for Just $2.50 a day
We live with our memories of the past, waiting for our gals
Hoping that while we've been away, they have not married our pals
Nobody knows we are living, and nobody gives a damn
At home we are forgotten, we belong to Uncle Sam
We work when it's sub zero, the sun is to cold to shine
But we must do our duty, to God, and mankind
Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere all is well
But there is no Joy in Thule, the land of frozen hell
The time we spend in the Army, is the life most missed
So if the draft don’t get you boys, for God sakes don’t enlist
But when we reach the Pearly Gates, Saint Peters bound to yell
These men are boys from Thule, they have served their time in hell.
