“Ass kicking King of the Battlefield”

Well the ground starts shakin’, when that engine roars,

Freedom’s knockin’ hard on the enemy’s door.

Sixty tons of thunder, star-spangled steel,

The M1 Abrams is the real deal.

From the desert heat to the mountain cold,

Wherever freedom’s threatened, that tank rolls bold.

He’s the king of the battlefield, the hammer of the fight,

Rollin’ through the fire in the dead of night.

When the smoke clears out and the tyrants kneel,

All hail the Abrams — king of the battlefield!

She’s got a turbine heart, she’s built to last,

A promise from the future and a pride from the past.

With brothers ridin’ steady, standin’ tall and true,

That Abrams tank fights for me and you.

If you’re standin’ against her, best believe this song —

You won’t stand in her way for long.

He’s the king of the battlefield, the hammer of the fight,

Rollin’ through the fire in the dead of night.

When the smoke clears out and the tyrants kneel,

All hail the Abrams — king of the battlefield

This tank ain’t just a machine,

It’s America’s promise made of steel and gasoline.

And if you dare to test her will…

She’s gonna roll right over you still.

He’s the king of the battlefield, the hammer of the fight,

Rollin’ for freedom, rollin’ for what’s right.

When the dust settles down and the flag’s revealed,

All hail the Abrams — KING of the battlefield!

Yeah… the Abrams!

King of the battlefield!