Ten thousand men on a hill   Ten thousand men on a hill   Some of 'm goin' down   Some of 'm gonna get killed      Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue   Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue   Drummin' in the morning   In the evening they'll be coming for you      Ten thousand men on the move   Ten thousand men on the move   None of them doing nothin'   That your mama wouldn't disapprove      Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold   Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold   All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold      Hey, who could your lover be?   Hey, who could your lover be?   Let me eat off his head so you can really see      Ten thousand women all dressed in white   Ten thousand women all dressed in white   Standin' at my window wishing me goodnight      Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail   Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail   Each one of 'em got seven wives   Each one of 'em just out of jail      Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room   Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room   Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up with a broom      Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea   Baby, thank you for my tea   It's so sweet of you to be so nice to me