A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
The man who would fight to the d**h crossed over
But him that would live, better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine
Ay Santa Anna, we're k**ing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Though Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry
From flat on his back, Bowie k**ed him a few in reply
And brave David Crockett was singing and laughing
With gallantry fears in his eyes
For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die
Ay Santa Anna, we're k**ing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
They sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
"Don't grieve little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be"
Ay Santa Anna, we're k**ing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Will remember the Alamo, will remember the Alamo