On a More Humorous Note

Day 553, 21:40 • Published in USA USA • by Kyler Lee Octan

I am doing a series on military songs and poetry, and so far I have done a Navy poem and all four verses of our National Anthem for Memorial day. This next article will be on military cadences. Military cadences are songs sung when soldiers are marching, walking, jogging, or running, to keep the soldiers in tempo and keep their spirits up. In a cadence, each line is sung twice. First the drill sergeant sings a line, then the soldier repeat it. For example, in the first cadence I have here, the drill sergeant would sing "They say that in the Army the coffee's mighty fine," and then the platoon would repeat "They say that in the Army the coffee's mighty fine." So keep in mind when you read these that each line is repeated twice. This form of singing is sometimes used in "camp songs."

This is a bit long, but a cadence a day keeps the psychiatrist away!


They say that in the Army the coffee's mighty fine,
It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine!

Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go!
Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome! EH!

They say that in the Army the chow is mighty fine,
A chicken jumped off the table and started marking time!

Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go!
Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome! EH!

They say that in the Army the biscuits are mighty fine,
One rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine!

Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go!
Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome! EH!

They say that in the Army the training's might fine,
Last night there were ten of us, now there's only nine!

Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go!
Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome! EH!

They say that in the Army the pay is mighty fine,
They give you a hundred dollars and take back ninety-nine!

Oh Lord, I wanna go, but they won't let me go!
Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome! EH!

Irene's her name,
She's one of the best.
So every night,
I give her the test.

She looks so pretty.
So sleek, so slim.
The moon is bright,
The lights are dim.

I've seen her stripped,
I've seen her bare,
I've felt her over everywhere.
I handled her just as gentle as I could.

And when I got in her,
I knew she was good.
I rolled her over on her side,
Then on her back I also tried.

She's just one big thrill,
The best in the land.
She's an F-16,
In the Air Combat Command.

Hey there sailor, don't feel blue!
My recruiter screwed me too.
Sound off!
1 - 2!
Sound off!
3-4!
Sound off!
1-2 3- 4!

Momma, momma, can't you see,
What the Army's done to me?

They took away my faded jeans,
Now I'm wearing Army greens!

Momma, momma, can't you see,
What the Army's done to me?

They put me in a barber's chair
I turned around, I had no hair!

Momma, momma, can't you see
What the Army's done to me?

I used to drive a Cadillac,
Now I hump it on my back!

Momma, momma, can't you see,
What the Army's done to me?

I used to eat at Mickey D's,
Now I eat M.R.E.'s!

Momma, momma, can't you see,
What the Army's done to me?

I used to date a beauty queen,
Now I hug my M-16!

Momma, momma, can't you see,
What the Army's done to me?

I used to drive a Chevrolet,
Now I'm walking all the way!
I used to drive a Chevrolet,
Now I'm walking all the way!

Momma, momma, can't you see,
What the Army's done to me?
(Sung to the Ballad of the Green Beret: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH4-tOqLH94&feature=related):

We are the men, U.S. Marines,
Dirty, rough and fighting mean.
From the states we came this way,
Couldn't care less about the Green Beret.

We walk in the paddies both night and day,
Don't need chutes or a green beret.
Have no wings upon our chest
Fighting Marines, our country's best.

With steel pots upon our heads,
We fight like mad and eat hot lead.
Keep your caps and silver wings,
Take them home with all your things.

We patrol and kill V.C.
Fighting Cong to make men free.
One hundred men over run today,
We saved them all, the Green Berets.

I saw Marines who gave their lives,
So Green Beret could return to their wives.
If I die in this "far away land",
I hope it will be for a better man.

While they jump and sing their songs,
We search the fields and kill the Cong.
We're the men who fight each day,
Since 1775, it's been that way.

Back home a young wife waits,
Her brave Marine has met his fate.
He has died so others could live,
"For his land" that's what he'll give.

I know this song won't be a hit,
But we Marines don't give a shit.
And when it comes to glory and fame,
We'll kick your ass and take your name.

WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING HERE?
Let's go out and get a beer.
An ice cold beer with lots of foam, like the ones we had at home!
Sound off, 1,2!
Sound off, 1,2,3,4!

Hurry up soldier,
Grab your rifle and follow me!
We're in the 1st Infantry!
If I die in this battle zone,
Wrap me up and send me home!
Lay my rife against my chest,
Tell my mom I did my best!

Hurry up baby,
Grab your bottle and follow me!
You're in the playground Infantry!
If I die in this playground zone,
Wrap me up and send me home!
Lay my bottle against my chest,
Tell my mommy I did my best!

Hurry up Soldier!
Grab your rife and follow me,
We're in the 1st Infantry!
If I die in this battle zone,
Wrap me up and send me home!
Lay my rife against my chest,
Tell my mom I did my best!

Army beans and Airforce gravy,
Gee I'm glad I joined the Navy!
Sound off!
1, 2!
Louder!
3, 4!
Bring it down now!
1, 2, 3, 4! 1, 2, 3, 4!

U.S.M.C. Dogs:

Devil Dogs is our fame,
First to fight is our claim!

Army follows up the rear,
National Guard fell back in fear

Air force is all clean and shiny,
Navy boys can kiss my hiney!

Devil dogs are ready to rock,
Everyone else is all talk!

Chew 'em up, and spit 'em out!
They cry when they hear the Devil Dog shout!
(Sung to Mama told Johny.):

President Bush said "Hey M.P!"
Won't you do a favor for me?
I've gotta send you off to a foreign land,
Gotta send you over to Afghanistan!

Oh, whoa-left, your lo-right, left.
Oh, whoa-left, keep it in step.

When you get there this is what you'll do,
You've gotta Kill Al-Qaeda for me and you!
We've gotta get them back for what was done,
On September 11th 2001!

Oh, whoa-left, your lo-right, left.
Oh, whoa-left, keep it in step.

For all of our friends who died that day,
We've got to get them back and make them pay!
Find Osama Bin Laden and the Taliban,
Do it for New York, PA. and the Pentagon!

Oh, whoa-left, your lo-right, left.
Oh, whoa-left, keep it in step.

When your tour is over and your mission is done,
I'll have one more thing to ask of you son.
I know your looking forward to getting back,
But I gotta send you back into Iraq.

Oh, whoa-left, your lo-right, left.
Oh, whoa-left, keep it in step.

Late last night I got a call,
U.S. Army had dropped the ball!
Enemy was everywhere they could see,
So they called on us, the C.A.P.

Got another call later that day,
U.S. Marines were engaged in a fray!
All they said was, "Can you help me?"
I said, "Yes, we're the C.A.P."

Then once again I got a call,
Navy was in trouble with no hope at all!
It turns out they were sinking at sea,
We came to their rescue, we're the C.A.P.

So that was how I spent my day,
Helping out everyone along the way!
So if you're in trouble, just call on me,
Cause we're the best, we're the C.A.P.!

Through the night and through the day,
Rangers always lead the way.

Come evening morning noon or night,
Marines are always the first to fight.

By the time the Air Force puts up their wheels,
The Job is done by Navy seals.
(Sung to the Battle of New Orleans: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxB42cjHTGg):

C-130 rolling down the strip,
64 troopers gonna take a little trip.
Mission top secret, destination unknown,
And they don't give a damn if they ever come home.

Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door.
Jump right out and count to four.
If that main don't open wide,
I've got a reserve by my side.

And if that one should fail me too,
Here is all that I should do.
Roll over get up and run off the DZ,
Cause never in HELL will ya' bury me.

Wake up to a mortar attack,
Hit the ground, I'm out of the rack!
My sergeant rushes me off to chow,
But I don't eat it anyhow.

Oh hail, Oh hail, Oh infantry!
Queen of battle, follow me!
Oh, airborne ranger's the life for me,
For nothing in this world is free!

From a big bird in the sky,
All will jump and some will die!
Off to battle we will go,
To live or die, hell I don't know!

Hit the ground with American pride,
A bullet through a commie's eye!
He ought to be damn glad he died,
He'd hate for me to take him alive!

It's true that some of us will die,
Airborne rangers learn to fly.
But not today as I hit the ground,
Lock and load another round!

Over the hill, some men I've seen,
Head to toe in Army green.
Moving tactically, not a sound,
Infantry soldiers on the ground!

Assault, support are all in place,
The enemy unaware of his fate.
Claymores blast and 60's roar,
Again, the airborne ranger scores!

Its true that someday I'll be dead,
Before I go I'll take more heads.
Before us enemies all will flee,
'Cause we're the Airborne Infantry!

That's all for now!