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Marching Cadence
I was walking down the street one day
When I met a perfect stranger
Who said that he was on his way
To become a Ranger
Chorus:
Airborne
drawn out from high to low
Ranger
drawn out from low to high
The Rangers are a moving
There moving through the night
The Rangers are a looking
There looking for a fight
Charlie is a moving
moving through the night
Charlie Charlie
He thinks that he can fight
But up from behind him
A Ranger standing tall
A Slits Charlie's throat
And watches that Charlie fall
Chorus
Or you can say:
Submitted by Spc Ositis
Here's a little story,
A story should be told.
About an M1 Tanker
His name was Tanker Joe.
His home was in Kentucky.
The Land that God Forgot
The mud was 18 inches thick
The sun was blazin' hot.
Or you can say:
Submitted by Cadet Pvt. Robert Lechner
Deep in the battlefield, covered in blood,
lies and Airborne Ranger, dying in the mud.
He fought for his country, and died like a man.
Tho' some people back home just wouldn't understand.
(chorus)
Back at home a young wife waits,
unaware that her Ranger has finally met his fate.
Her little boy's cryin' as she tucks him into bed,
Although no one's told him, he knows his daddys dead.
{Chorus}
The boy grew up with a certain kind of shame,
His father was buried in a tomb with no name.
He finally got his chance when the country went to war,
he went to enlist just to even up the score.
{Chorus}
After seven months training he finally saw the day,
out of 93 men, he got his green beret.
As he stood there looking at the big cheering crowd,
He knows deep inside he'll make his daddy proud.
{Chorus}
Or you can say:
Submitted by C/Amn Marc Eichler
I hear the choppers comming,
They're flying overhead.
They've come to get the wounded,
They've come to get the dead.
(chorus)
My buddy's in a foxhole,
A bullet in his head,
The Army says he's living,
But I know that he's dead
(chorus)
I ran to tell the CO
About my buddy's head
But when I got there,
The CO was dead
(chorus)
And now the battle's over,
and smoke is all around.
We wanted to go home,
But we're six feet underground.
(chorus)
Or you can say:
Submitted by Eric Vas Conselles
I went to wake the Captain,
I found him in his bed,
And when I rolled him over,
I found he had no head.
(chorus)
Walking through the jungle,
I thought I heard a snap,
I prayed to god almighty it wasn't a booby trap.
(chorus)
I went to wake the sergeant,
I found him in his bed,
And when I rolled him over,
I found out he was dead.
(chorus)
My buddy's in my fox hole,
A bullet in his head,
The medic says he's wounded,
But I know he's dead.
(chorus)
Sitting in my foxhole,
Sharpening my knife,
An Iraqi came on over,
I had to take his life.
(chorus)
My buddy's in my foxhole,
Talking about his wife,
A grenade came on over,
And took my buddy's life.
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Airborne Ranger, Airborne Ranger where have you been?
Around the world and back again!
Airborne Ranger, Airborne Ranger how did you go?
A C-130 flying low!
Airborne Ranger, Airborne Ranger what did you do?
I killed some commies for me and you!
Airborne Ranger, Airborne Ranger how'd you get back?
A black and gold body sack!
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My Girl's a pretty girl
She is'a Kentucky girl.
She got a pretty face
She'll stop a freight train in place.
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Over in Kuwait
I heard them crying
I saw them Dying,
Dying in
vain
I grabbed my weapon
I came a running,
I am the army
An Army of
ONE
Down in Grenada
I heard them crying
I saw them dying,
dying
in vain
I grabbed my weapon
I came a running,
I am the Army
An Army
of One
Up in NewYork
We heard them crying
We saw them
dying
Dying in vain
We grabbed our rucksacks
We came a running
We
are the Army
The Army of One.
Who's the man in the red beret?
Makes his livin' in the sky they say,
Airborne leads the way,
To make a brighter day...
Who's the man in the black beret?
Makes his livin' in the woods they say,
Ranger leads the way,
To make a brighter day..
Who's the man in the green beret?
Makes his livin' in a special way,
Special Forces Leads the way,
To make a brighter day! (Repeat two more times)
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Note: To the tune of Glory Glory Hallelujah.
He was just a rookie trooper,
And he surely shook with fright.
As he checked all his equipment
And made sure his pack was tight.
"Is everybody happy?",cried the sergent, looking up,
Our hero feebly answered "Yes", and then they stood him up
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop,
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome
The lines were snarled and tied in knots around his skinny bones
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
The days he's lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about his girl back home, the one he left behind,
He thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd find,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLATT", his blood went spurting high
His comrades then were heard to say "A Helluva way to Die!"
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon his 'chute
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper boots,
They picked him up, still in his 'chute and poured him from his boots.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE
(Chorus)
Gory, Gory, What a Helluva Way to Die!
With a Rifle on your Back and you're Falling Through the Sky!
Gory, Gory, What a Helluva Way to Die!
And HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
This version was sent to me by a a Brit: radhairc@scurtis.demon.co.uk
Johnny was a Paratrooper in the RAF,
Johnny was a Paratrooper in the RAF,
Johnny was a Paratrooper in the RAF,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
(Chorus)
Glory, Glory, what a terrible way to die,
You've jumped without a parachute and you don't know how to fly.
Glory, Glory, what a terrible way to die,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
(I have also heard this sung as a chorus)
Glory, Glory, what a terrible way to die,
With a bullet up your arse and a bullet in your eye.
Glory, Glory, what a terrible way to die,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
He landed on the railway like a blob of strawberry jam,
He landed on the railway like a blob of strawberry jam,
He landed on the railway like a blob of strawberry jam,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
(Chorus)
They scraped him off the railway and they sent him to Mum,
They scraped him off the railway and they sent him to Mum,
They scraped him off the railway and they sent him to Mum,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
(Chorus)
She put him on the mantlepiece for everyone to see,
She put him on the mantlepiece for everyone to see,
She put him on the mantlepiece for everyone to see,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
(Chorus)
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea,
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea,
She put him on the table when the Vicar came to tea,
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
(Chorus)
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We are First Platoon!
And we like to party!
Party Hearty!
Party hearty all night long!
Formation only: Your left, your left, your left right get on down!
Your left, your left, your left right get on down!
Now drop! DISMOUNT and beat your face!
First Platoon is gonna rock this place!
BOOM!
Check it out. Check it out.
BOOM!
Check it out. Check it out.
BOOM!
Can't touch this!
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Mama, Mama cant you see?
O, what the navy's done to me...
They sat me down in the chair,
When I looked I had no hair
O, Mama Mama can't you see??
O what that co done to me...
He made me march real far...
Then he passed me in his car
Mama Mama can't ya see???
O, what that Navy done to me....
I used to drive a Chevrolet,
but now I march around all day
Mama, Mama can't you see?
O, what the Navy done to me??
I used to drive a Cadillac...
now I carry one on my back...
verse for those Marines:
Mama Mama can't you see?!?!?!?
What the Marines done to me?!
After i passed the really hard test...
They stuck a ribbon in my chest.
Alternate lines by Darren Perlongo
Mama,Mama Cant you see?
What Marine ROTCs done for me.
I'm walkin tall and feeling good,
I'm doing things I never thought I could.
Some people talk about us behind our backs,
But we'll beat'em all on the PT track.
We love to show the world what we can do,
We can do it and so can you.
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Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that rifle in my hand
I'm gonna be a shootin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that knife in my hand
I'm gonna be a cuttin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that grenade in my hand
I'm gonna be a killin' man
A killin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that bottle in my hand
I'm gonna be a drinkin' man
A drinkin' man
A killin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that book in my hand
I'm gonna be a studyin' man
A studyin' man
A drinkin' man
A killin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
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This one takes practice, but can shake the earth if done right
Caller: Count cadence, delay cadence, count cadence, count!
Formation:Simultaneously with the caller, slowing drowning him out
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh You know we can't count!
ONE!
The formation now shouts its line directly after the caller
Caller:Bradley Gunner!
Formation:TWO!
Caller:You better do your best!
Formation:THREE!
Caller:Before a HEAT round!
Formation:FOUR!
Caller:Slams into your chest!
Formation: ONE!
Caller: Hit it!
Formation: TWO!
Caller: Hit it!
Formation: THREE!
Caller: Hit it!
Formation: FOUR! ONE TWO THREE FOUR! ONE TWO THREE FOUR!
We like it here we love it here we've finally found a home!
Caller:A what?
Formation:A home!
Caller:A what?
Formation:A home!
Caller:A what?
Formation:A home away from home! HOOAH!
This was sent to me by a CAP Cadet C/SSGT Nicole Hutches. If you need to do so, you
can replace "Coke" with "Beer":
Skip cadence, coke cadence, delay cadence, count!
C
In a bottle
O
In a can
K
Wish I had one
E
in my hand!
C
drink it!
O
Slam it!
K
Chug it!
E
Jug it!
C-O-K-E, C-O-K-E, a coke, a coke, and icy cold coke, ch*, ahhhh*
Note: At the "ch, ahhhh" part the formation pretends that they are
opening a can. Then tip their heads back like they are drinking it.
I'm pretty sure that (Army) FM 22-5 prohibits doing that. So don't do it if anyone
important is watching.
This is another play on Count Cadence sent in by Kevin Walter
Count cadence, Ugly cadence, count cadnce count
FORMATION: U
CALLER: For your mama
FOR: G
CALL: For your daddy too
FOR: L
CALL: For your girlfriend
FOR: Y
CALL: Cause she's ugly too (Or: hell I don't know why)
FOR: U
CALL: Hit it
FOR: G
CALL: Hit it
FOR: L
CALL: Hit it
FOR:Y
ALL: U-G-L-Y U-G-L-Y. You're ugly! You're ugly! Your mama says you're ugly. HOOAH!!!
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Marine Corps colors,
colors of red,
to show the world....
the blood they shed!!
(chorus)
Your left right leo,
your left right left,
your left right leo,
now keep it in step...
Air Force colors,
colors of blue,
to show the world....
what they can do!!
(chorus)
Army colors,
colors of green,
to show the world...
that they are mean!!
(chorus)
Navy colors,
colors of white,
to show the world...
that they can fight!!
(chorus)
Here is another one by:Marissa Garland
Air Force colors
the color is green
show the world
the wars weve seen
Air Force Colors
the color is brown
show the world
we wont back down
Air Force colors
the color is black
show the world
we'll fight back
Air Force colors
the color is gold
show the world
that we are bold
Air Force colors
the color is red
show the world
the blood we've shed
Air Force colors
the color is white
show the world
all our might
Air Forcce colors
the color is blue
show the world
we are true
Air Force colors
the color is me
show the world
that we are Free
Air Force colors
the color is you
show the world
That they can too.
Air Force colors
red, white, and blue
show the world
we'll die for you.
Here is another one by: Jason Morgan
First there came
the color red
to show the world
the blood we shed
Then there came
the color gold
to show the world
that we were bold
Next there came
the color blue
to show the world
that we were true
Last there was
the color green
To show the world
that we were mean
Semper Fi
ouh -rah
Do, or Die
ouh-rah
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I'm a Navy recon Ranger with a green beret.
I'll fly your submarine any day.
The Privates say I had too much beer.
but they dont know cause they weren't there.
The Corporals say I had too much wine.
But I think I'm doin' just fine.
Sergents think I had too much Jack,
but now he'll never get his girl back.
First Sergent thinks I had too much scotch.
He's about to get a boot in the crotch.
The Captain thinks I had too much rum.
He doesn't know he's a lousy bum.
The Major thinks I had too much gin.
When he doesn't even know where he's been.
The Colonel thinks I had too much tequila.
Maybe I shouldn't have had that last margarita.
Tell the MPs that I'm not drunk.
How did all those bottles get in my trunk?
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Every where we go.
People want to know.
Who we are.
So we tell them.
We're not the Army.
The back packin' Army.
We're not the Air Force.
The high flyin' Air Force.
We're not Coast Guard.
They don't even work hard.
We're not the Marines.
They don't even look mean.
We are the Navy.
The mighty US Navy.
The world's finest Navy.
Huh-yah!
Note: You can substitute Navy with:
We are the Seabees.
The Buidin Fightin Seabees.
The mighty Navy Seabees
Huh-yah!
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OH! Soldier!
Combat soldier!
Pick up your weapon and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry
Hey there Airborne!
Head-in-the-clouds Airborne!
Wrap up your 'chute and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry!
Hey their Air Assault!
Rotor-head Air Assault!
Pick up your rope and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry!
Hey their Light Fight!
Freeze at night Light Fight!
Strap on your boots and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry!
Hey Marine Corps!
Bullet-sponge Marine Corps!
Pick up your rifle and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry!
Hey their Navy!
Water logged navy!
Jump in your sub and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry
Hey their Air Force!
Don't shoot! I'm friendly- Air Force!
Hop in your plane and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry!
Oh Soldier!
Combat Soldier!
Jump in your track and follow me!
I am Mechanized Infantry!
Alternate Lyrics
Submitted by John Floyd
75TH
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your weapon and follow me
Ranger infantry
82nd patch on my shoulder
Pick up your weapon and follow me
Airborne infantry
1-0-1 patch on my shoulder
Pick up our weapon and follow me
Air assault infantry
Big red 1
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your weapon and follow me
Mechanized infantry
More Alternate Lyrics
Submitted by Brian Edward Gillespie
R-O-T-C
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your book and follow me
We're going to a frat party
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When I was just a little boy,
mama bought me a brand new toy,
it was a GI Joe!
Combat gear from head to toe.
Then I turned eighteen.
I headed down to Fort Benning,
To be a GI Joe,
with Combat gear from head to toe.
They took away my favorite jeans,
and handed me some Army greens.
To be a GI Joe,
with combat gear from head to toe.
They took away my favorite shoes,
and handed me some Army boots.
To be a GI Joe.
Combat Gear from head to toe.
For females
I used to date a quarterback.
Now I hump it on my back.
Cause I'm a GI Joe
Combat gear from head to toe.
Now I march all day.
Cause I'm told that's the Army way.
Cause I'm a GI Joe.
Combat Gear from head to toe.
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She's the lady in lace
She makes her living, on her face
She's the lady in lace
She makes her living, on her face
She's a magazine model
And she does it, all the time
She's the lady in black
She makes her living, on her back
She's the lady in black
She makes her living, on her back
She's a car mechanic
And she does it, all the time
She's the lady in red
She makes her living, on her bed
She's the lady in red
She makes her living, on her bed
She's a mattress tester
And she does it, all the time
She's the lady in green
She makes her living, being mean
She's the lady in green
She makes her living, being mean
She's an Army Captain
And she does, all the time
She's the lady in blue
And she'd die for, me and you
She's the lady in blue
And she'd die for, me and you
She's an Air Force Captain
And she do it, any time.
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This one is sung like A
Yellow Bird but I thought it deserved it's own posting. It's not dirty
enough to be in the Offensive
Section but use your head before you sing it.
Little kitten, baby cat
sitting on my welcome mat,
Picked him up and made him purr,
Then I ripped out all his fur.
Little mouse with little feet,
sitting on my toilet seat,
Pushed him in and flused him down,
Watched that basterd spin around.
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Have gun will travel reads the card of a man
A knight without armor in a war torn land
A fighting man for higher in the blowing winds
A soldier of fortune is an airborne ranger. Loud!
See the Commie dressed in red
He's got my bullet in his head
See the commie dressed in black
He's got my k-bar in his back
See that soldier in the sky
Airborne ranger learn to fly
See that soldier on the ground
Lock and load another round
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Hey, Hey, Josophene!
Hey hey, Josephene!
How-do you do!
Do your remember me baby?
Like I remember you?
I used to tote your books,
On the way to school.
Do you remember me baby?
Like I remember you?
I used to walk you home,
I used to call you on the phone.
Do you remember me girl?
Like I remember you?
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I've got a Rifle
I've got a rifle!
And I've got a pair of boots!
And I've got a Bradley!
Straight from the rocks ate UTES!
(Chorus)
Said Hey La-DE-DA-de!
We likes to party!
Said Hey La-DE-DA-de!
Git-SUM! Git-SUM today!
I've got some binos!
And I've got an OpOrder!
And I've got a rucksack!
Hangin' off my shoulder!
(Chorus)
I've got a 109!
And I've got MRLS!
And I'm gonna Call For Fire!
Gonna make a big old mess!
(Chorus)
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I was born with an M-16,
my momma didn't want me to be a marine.
the years went by, and was jumping out the sky.
aint going quit till I die.
one year of war is nothing to me.
cause im really mean, and a fighitng marine.
I shot my first rifle in 93'
born and raised to be a marine infantry.
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Men at war oh or oh or..
Men at war oh or oh or..
When its late at night and your sleepin.
The Marines will be creepin
All arrrrrrrrrrrrrund.
Will be creepin all around, hey!
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Privates three.
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(Chorus)
What merry men are we!
but none so fair that we can compare to the Mechanized Infantry!
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Corporals three.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(chorus)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Sergeants three.
Left right left said the Sergeant.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(Chorus)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his El Tee's three.
What do I do now? Said the El Tee.
Left right left said the Sergeant.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(Chorus)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Captains three.
Who's gonna drive my Hummer? Said the Captain
What do I do now? Said the El Tee.
Left right left said the Sergeant.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(Chorus)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Majors three.
I need a bigger desk said the major.
Who's gonna drive my Hummer? Said the Captain
What do I do now? Said the El Tee.
Left right left said the Sergeant.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(Chorus)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Colonels three.
When can I play golf? Said the Colonel.
I need a bigger desk said the major.
Who's gonna drive my Hummer? Said the Captain.
What do I do now? Said the El Tee.
Left right left said the Sergeant.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(Chorus)
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his Generals three.
Keep those Privates straight! Said the Generals
When can I play golf? Said the Colonel.
I need a bigger desk said the major.
Who's gonna drive my Hummer? Said the Captain.
What do I do now? Said the El Tee.
Left right left said the Sergeant.
I need a three day pass said the Corporal
Beer! Beer! Beer! Said the Privates.
(chorus)
(chorus)
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On a bright and sunny day,
Two good friends went out to play.
First they gathered all they're money,
Then they bought a jar of honey.
Then the fat one ate it all,
And he made the small one crawl.
Now the fat ones on the run,
Cause the small one's got a gun.
Yogi Bear is dead.
Boo-Boo shot him in the head.
Yogi Bear is dead.
Boo-Boo pumped him full of lead.
Ranger Rick was on the hill,
He saw Boo-Boo make the kill.
Now the Rangers on the run,
Cause the small ones got a gun.
Ranger Rick is dead.
Boo-Boo shot him in the head.
Ranger Rick is dead,
Boo-Boo pumped him full of lead.
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Pump pump it up,
break break it down.
We are we are we are truckers,
dring trucks for Uncle Sam
Driving trucks the best we can.
Pump pump it up
break break it down.
We are we are foxs
Pumping fuel for Uncle Sam.
Pumping fuel the best we can.
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Somewhere there's a mother,
who's cryin' for her son.
For he's an Airborne Ranger,
Whose work is never done.
But don't cha cry him no tears,
He don't need your sympathy.
For he's an Airborne Ranger,
And that's what he chose to be.
Somewhere there's a daughter,
who's cryin' for her dad.
for he's an Airborne Ranger,
and a mighty one at that.
But don't cha cry him no tears,
he don't need your sympathy.
For he's an Airborne Ranger,
and that's what he chose to be.
Somewhere there's a lady,
thats cryin for her man,
for hes an Airborne Ranger,
fighting in a foreign land.
But don't cha cry him no tears,
he don't need your sympathy.
For he's an Airborne Ranger,
and that's what he chose to be.
Along came a letter,
and this is what it said.
We regret to inform you,
but your Airborne Rangers dead.
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In 1492a sailor from New Seli
Was walking around in the streets of Spain.
Selling hot tomalies
(CHORUS)
He said the world was round-o
He said it could be found-o
That hypothetical calculating sun of a gun Columbo
He walked right up to the queen of Spain
To ask for ships and cargo
He said i'll be a son of a gun if i don't bring back Chicago
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
The first mate, the first mate
Yes he had a big-un
He wrapped it twice around the mast
And used the rest for rigging.
(CHORUS)
The ships cook, the ships cook
Yes he was a cooking
He slipped a rat into the pot
When no one was a-looking
(CHORUS)
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They say that in the Army the coffie's mighty fine.
Who said that? They say that in the Army the coffie's mighty fine.
It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine!
(chorus)
Oh Mom, I want to go home!
But they won't let me go home!
Ohhhhhhhh OHHHHHHHH Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhh OHHHHHHHH Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh HEY!
They say that in the Army the chow mighty fine.
Who said that? They say that in the Army the chow mighty fine.
A chicken jumped off the table and started markin time!
(Chorus)
They say that in the Army the pay mighty fine.
Who said that? They say that in the Army the pay mighty fine.
They give a hundred dollars and take back ninety-nine!
(Chorus)
They say that in the Army, the food is mighty fine.
A roll fell off the table, and killed a friend of mine!
(Chorus)
They say that in the Army, the women are mighty fine.
They look like Freddy Kruger and walk like Frankenstien!
(Chorus)
They say that in the Army, the coffee is mighty fine
it's good for cuts and bruises and tastes like iodine
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(sung to the tune of "a yellow bird")
C: The prettiest girl
F: The prettiest girl
C: I ever saw
F: I ever saw
C: was sipping bourbon
F: was sipping bourbon
C: through a straw
F: Through a straw
C: The prettiest girl
F: The prettiest girl
C: I ever saw
F: I ever saw
F: was sipping bourbon (stomp), through a straw.
I walked right up
I sat right down
I ordered up
another round.
I placed my hand
upon her knee
she said GI
your teasing me.
I placed my hand
upon her thigh
she said GI
that's way too high.
I picked her up
I laid her down
her long blond hair
lay all around.
the wedding was
a formal one
her daddy had
a white shotgun.
and now I've got
a mother-in-law
and 14 kids
who call me pa.
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Got a letter in the mail,
Said go to war or go to jail,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Slapped me down in a barber's chair
Spun me around, I had no hair,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Use to drive a cadilac,
Now I hump it on my back,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Used to be a high school stud,
Now I'm marching in the mud,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Used to wear my faded jeans,
Now I'm wearing army greens,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Used to date a beauty queen,
Now I love my M16,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
I don't know why I left,
but I know I done wrong.
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Non moma moma don't you cry.
Your little boy ain't gonna die,
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
Now sister, sister don't you fret.
I haven't met my match yet!
but it won't be long,
till I get on back home.
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Tiny bubbles,
in my wine,
makes me feel happy,
makes me feel fine.
Tiny bubbles,
in my beer,
makes me feel happy,
all the year, makes you feel queer
Tiny bubbles,
in my keg,
makes me wonder,
why I can't feel my legs,
Tiny bubbles,
in my water,
makes me run faster,
but makes me feel hotter.
Here's a version sent in by PFC Noé Avila. I loved it. It's Tiny Bubbles
Spanish version of Tiny Bubbles made for Army 98GQBs (Spanish Linguists).
Burbujitas,
En mi cervesa.
Me hace feliz,
Y lleno de animo.
Tu izquierda, tu izquierda,
Tu izquierda, derecha, izquierda.
Tu izquierda, tu izquierda,
Tu izquierda militar.
Burbujitas,
En mi vino.
Me hace feliz,
Todo el tiempo.
Tu izquierda, tu izquierda,
Tu izquierda, derecha, izquierda.
Tu izquierda, tu izquierda,
Tu izquierda militar.
Burbujitas,
En mi leche.
Me hace feliz,
Me voy a vomitar.
Tu izquierda, tu izquierda,
Tu izquierda, derecha, izqierda.
Tu izquierda, tu izquierda,
Tu izquierda militar.
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V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Victory, Victory that's our battle cry
9 in the front and 6 to the rear
That's the way we do it here
If I die on the ol' drop zone
Box me up and ship me home
Tell my mom I did my best
Pin my medals upon her chest
Tell my DS I did my best
and that I was buried in the leaning rest.
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This one was sung to the tune of "Poison Ivy," a 60's pop song.
(Chorus)
Viet Nam,
Viet Nam,
Oh, at night while you're sleepin,
Charlie Cong will come a creepin,
All arouunnd.
The Saigon girls are pretty,
Their hair is long and black.
And if you don't watch it,
They'll knife you in the back,
In Viet Nam.
(Chorus)
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Submitted by
Ed Hepler
They've given me an M-16, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They've given me an M-16, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They've given me an M-16, and I don't know how to use the thing.
And we'll all be dead by the summer of '71.
They've given me a protective mask, Hoorah, Hoorah.
They've given me a protective mask, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They've given me a protective mask and it don't work when we get gassed,
And we'll all be dead by the summer of
'71.
They've given me a bayonet, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They've given me a bayonet, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They've given me a bayonet, and I don't know how to use it yet,
And we'll all be dead by the summer of '71.
They're shipping us over in a DC-9, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They're shipping us over in a DC-9, Hoorah, Hoorah,
They're shipping us over in a DC-9, bringing us back in a box of pine,
And we'll all be dead by the summer of '71
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Words in italics represent words said by the formation with the
caller.
Yabba Dabba Dabba Do!
Yabba yabba yabba yabba dabba do!
Pebbles and Bam-Bam on a Friday night.
Tried to get to heaven on a paper kite.
Lightning struck. BOOM! And down they fell. Ahhhhhhh!
Instead of going to heaven they went straight to hell!
Dino the dog Wolf! Wolf! was on the bone!
While Fred and Barney rocked the microphone!
I heard a scream! Ahhhhhhh! and a shout! Ahhhhhhh!
It was Mister Slate knockin' Wilma out!
There wasn't very much old Freddy could do!
'Cept holler yabba dabba dabba dabba do!
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Note: There is a version on the offensive page which may (or may not) be used.
A yellow bird,
with a yellow bill.
He landed on
My window sill.
I coaxed him in.
With a piece of bread,
and then I smashed his
F*ckin head! (Stomp yor falling foot in unison)
Note: This cadence may be continued with the following:
I called the doctor.
The doctor said.
My dear good man.
This bird is dead.
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Around her head she wore a yellow ribbon.
She wore it in the springtime and in the month of May.
And if you ask her why the hell she wore it.
She wore it for that soldier who was far, far away.
(Chorus)
Far Away
Far Away.
She wore it for that soldier who was far, far away. HEY!
Around the block she pushed the baby carriage.
She pushed it in the spring time and in the month of may.
And if you ask her why the hell she pushed it.
She pushed it for that soldier who was far, far away.
(Chorus)
Above the door, her daddy kept a shotgun.
He kept it in the springtime and in the month of May.
And if you ask him why the hell he kept it.
He kept it for that soldier who was far, far away.
(Chorus)
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You are my Sergeant.
My only Sergeant
You make me tired.
When you drop me
But you never know Sarge,
how much I love you.
Please don't take my stripe away!
repeat 2 times
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