DRILL INSTRUCTOR
MY AUNT MOLLY IS A WM,
I WENT TO THE CHOW HALL ON MY KNEES,
MOTHERS OF AMERICA, MEEK AND MILD,
MOTHERS OF AMERICA, MEEK AND MILD,
I WANT TO BE A DRILL INSTRUCTOR,
RECRUIT, RECRUIT, CAN'T YOU SEE?
RECRUIT, RECRUIT, I SURE FEEL BAD,
RECRUIT, RECRUIT, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
GROOVY, GROOVY, GROOVY,
RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING,
DRILLING, DRILLING, DRILLING,
LOOK TO THE FRONT AND WHAT DO I SEE?
MOMMA, MOMMA, CAN'T YOU SEE,
RECRUITER
USED TO SIT HOME ALL DAY,
PT
UP IN THE MORNING 'FORE THE RISING SUN,
UP IN THE MORNING AT THE BREAK OF DAY,
GUNNY, GUNNY, CAN'T YOU SEE?,
I DON'T LIKE IT - NO WAY.
SISTER SERVICES
LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF THE LITTLE BITTY FEET,
THE ARMY AND THE NAVY WENT TO VIET NAM,
NAVY, NAVY, I'M IN DOUBT,
NAVY, NAVY, WHERE YOU AT?
G. I. BEANS AND G. I. GRAVY;
IF YOU WANTED TO BE A DOGGIE;
Army, Navy where you been?
Army, Navy what did you do?
Army, Navy what did you think?
Air Force, Air Force don't be blue.
MOTIVATION
LIFT YOUR HEAD UP AND HOLD IT HIGH,
LOOK TO THE RIGHT AND WHAT DO I SEE?
BACK IN 1775, MY MARINE CORPS CAME ALIVE.
RUNNING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH MY M16;
LITTLE OLD LADY WALKING DOWN THE STREET;
LITTLE OLD LADY WALKING DOWN THE STREET;
LITTLE OLD LADY WALKING DOWN THE STREET;
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
IF YOU GET TO HEAVEN BEFORE I DO,
IF I DIE IN A OMBAT ZONE,
MAMMA AND PAPPA WERE LYING IN BED,
OUT OF THE SKY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT;
HOOKIN' AND A JABBIN'
I AM GOING OVER TO IRAN,
WE'LL MOVE THE NASTY RUSSIAN'S OUT,
THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IN THE DRIZZELING RAIN
MISSION TOP SECRET, DESTINATION UNKNOWN,
IF MY CHUTE DOESN'T OPEN WIDE;
IF I DIE IN THE COMBAT ZONE;
TELL MY MOTHER NOT TO CRY;
Gimme that old Marine Corps Spirit
My gran'daddy was a Horse Marine,
My granmother was one hundred and eleven.
SHE LIKES WHISKEY SHE LIKES MEN.
SHE MIGHT BE UGLY, BUT SHE AIN'T NO FOOL.
YOU'LL NEVER FIND HER AROUND DI SCHOOL.
SAID MESS SERGEANT, MESS SERGEANT, FEED ME PLEASE.
HE LOOKED AT ME WITH A BIG OLE GRIN,
AND SAID IF YOU WANT TO BE A DI, YOU'VE GOT TO BE THIN.
SEND ME YOUR SWEET YOUNG CHILD.
WE'LL MAKE HIM DRILL AND WE'LL MAKE HIM RUN,
WE'LL MAKE SOME CHANGES IN YOUR YOUNG SON.
SAY GOOD BYE TO YOUR SWEET CHILD.
WE'RE GONNA MAKE HIM DRILL,
WE'RE GONNA MAKE HIM RUN,
WE'RE GONNA MAKE SOME CHANGES IN YOUR YOUNG SON.
I WANT TO CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR.
I WANT TO BE A DRILL INSTRUCTOR,
I WANT TO EARN THAT SMOKEY BEAR.
BEING MEAN IS KILLING ME.
DRILL INSTRUCTOR ALL I SEE,
IS THAT YOU SURE DON'T LOOK SAD TO ME.
WALKING ACTING LIKE I'M MAD.
DRILL INSTRUCTOR, ALL I SEE,
IS THAT IT DON'T LOOK LIKE NO ACT TO ME.
AROUND THIS ISLAND AND BACK AGAIN.
WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN YOU GET BACK?
TAKE A SHOWER AND HIT THE RACK.
TOUGH, TOUGH, TOUGH.
YOU MIGHT BEAT EVERYBODY,
BUT YOU CAN'T BEAT US.
RUNNING EVERYDAY
WE'LL COME OUT NUMBER ONE
BECAUSE THE DRILL INSTRUCTORS LEAD THE WAY.
DRILLING EVERYDAY.
WE'LL WIN FINAL DRILL
BEACAUSE THE SDI LEADS THE WAY.
A MOTIVATED DRILL INSTRUCTOR RUNNING WITH ME.
WHAT THE MARINE CORPS HAS DONE TO ME.
IT PUT ME IN A BARBER'S CHAIR,
AND IT SHAVED OFF ALL MY CIVILIAN HAIR.
PUT ME IN THESE CAMMIE GREENS,
MADE ME RUN TIL I TURNED MEAN.
I USED TO DRIVE A CADILLAC,
NOW I PACK IT ON MY BACK.
LETTING MY LIFE WASTE AWAY.
THEN ONE DAY A MAN IN BLUE,
SAID, SON I'VE GOT THE JOB FOR FOR YOU.
"FREE ROOM AND BOARD, WITH PAY TO BOOT,
AND A BRAND NEW, TAILORED BUSINESS SUIT.
THERE'S TRAVEL, ADVENTURE AND LOADS OF FUN,
YOU'LL EVEN LEARN TO SHOOT A GUN.
FREE MEDICAL AND DENTAL BENIFITS,
AND LIGHT WEIGHT ALUMINUM CAMPING KITS.
ATHLETIC EVENTS TO KEEP YOUR BODY TIGHT,
YOU'LL GET EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP EACH NIGHT.
BELIVE ME, LAD, HE SAID WITH A GRIN,
SIGN THESE PAPERS AND I'LL GET YOU RIGHT IN".
AS I GOT ON THE BUS, HE WINKED HIS EYE,
I NEVER NEW A MAN COULD BE SO SLY,
i'M NOT COMPLAINING; DON'T GET ME WRONG,
I'VE ENJOYED MYSELF; GROWN BIG AND STRONG.
BUT TWO THINGS THE RECRUITER DIDN'T PROMISE ME,
WERE A ROSE GARDEN AND A CUP OF TEA.
GONNA RUN A 100 MILES 'FORE THE DAY IS DONE.
OUT ON THE RAOD IN THE POURING RAIN,
GOTTA KEEP RUNNING, DON'T MIND THE PAIN.
THERE JUST AIN'T NO OTHER WAY.
GONNA RUN ALL DAY,
GONNA RUN ALL NIGHT,
GONNA RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN,
UNTIL THE BROAD DAY LIGHT.
THIS PT AIN'T BOTHERING ME.
JUST TO SHOW THAT WE ARE FIT;
WE'LL KEEP RUNNIN' TILL YOU QUIT.
UP IN THE MORNING - 'FORE DAY.
EAT MY REAKFAST - TOO SOON.
HUNGRY AS HELL - BE-FORE NOON.
iT SOUND'S LIKE THE ARMY IN A FULL RETREAT.
IN THE ARMY, YOUNG AND OLD,
THEY WANT TO WEAR THE RED AND GOLD.
BUT THEY COULDN'T QUITE HANDLE THE VIET-CONG.
MARINES WENT IN TO PULL THEM OUT,
WE FILLED OLE CHARLIE FULL OF DOUBT.
THERE WERE ALOT OF WOUNDED AND ALOT OF DEAD.
BUT MOST OF THEM WERE ZIPPERHEADS.
WHY YOUR BELLIES STICK RIGHT OUT.
IS IT WHISKEY OR IS IT WINE,
OR IS IT LACK OF PT TIME.
COME ON OUT AND LOSE SOME FAT.
NAVY, NAVY, DON'T FEEL BLUE.
POPEYE WAS A SISSY TOO.
SAME OLD CHOW'S SERVED IN THE NAVY.
SO; LISTEN, SWABBIES; DON'T FEEL BLUE.
TODAY'S ACTION ARMY IS MESSED UP TOO.
IF I HAD A LOW IQ,
I COULD BE A SWABBIE TOO!
THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE JOINED THE ARMY.
IF YOU WANTED TO BE A SWABBIE;
THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE JOINED THE NAVY.
IF YOU WANTED TO BE A FLY BOY;
THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE JOINED THE AIR FORCE.
BUT YOU WANTED TO BE IN THE HARD CORPS;
SO BE GLAD THAT YOU JOINED THE MARINE CORPS!
Down to PI and back again.
Army, Navy what did you see?
DI students running PT.
Singing left right left...
Well I jumped right in and PT'd too.
Singing left right left...
Well I think I want to be a U. S. Marine.
They Sing lefet right left...
The Marines are gonna teach you how to PT too.
We sing left right left...
PLATOON ______ IS RUNNING BY.
LIFT YOUR HEAD AND HOLD IT PROUD,
THEY'RE RUNNING HARD AND YELLING LOUD.
A BUNCH OF CIVILIANS LOOKING AT ME.
SO LIFT YOUR HEAD AND HOLD IT HIGH,
THE PRIDE OF THE CORP'S IS RUNNING BY.
FIRST THERE CAME THE COLOR GOLD,
IT SHOWED THE WORLD, THAT WE ARE BOLD.
NEXT THERE CAME THE COLOR BLUE,
SHOWED THE WORLD THAT WE WERE TRUE.
THEN THERE CAME THE COLOR GREEN,
SHOWED THE WORLD THAT WE WERE MEAN.
THE LAST MARINE CORPS COLOR WAS RED,
IT TOLD THE WORLD OF THE BLOOD WE'VE SHED.
I'M A MEAN MOTHER-F***ER; I'M A U. S. MARINE.
SEE ME COMMING, BETTER STEP ASIDE;
MANY MEN DIDN'T AND MANY MEN DIED.
SHE HAD A PACK ON HER BACK AND BOOTS ON HER FEET.
I SAID LITTLE OLD LADY, WHERE YOU GOING TO?
"U. S. ARMY RANGER SCHOOL"
LITTLE OLD LADY, NOW AIN'T YOU BEEN TOLD...
LEAVE THAT HIKING TO THE BRAVE AND BOLD.
SHE HAD A TANK ON HER BACK AND FINS ON HER FEET.
LITTLE OLD LADY WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO?
"U. S. NAVY SCUBA SCHOOL"
LITTLE OLD LADY NOW AIN'T YOU BEEN TOLD,
LEAVE THAT DIVING TO THE BRAVE AND BOLD.
SHE HAD A CHUTE ON HER BACK AND BOOTS ON HER FEET.
LITTLE OLD LADY WHERE GOING TO?
"U. S. ARMY HALO SCHOOL"
LITTLE OLD LADY NOW AIN'T YOU BEEN TOLD,
LEAVE THAT JUMPING TO THE BRAVE AND BOLD.
SONNY, SONNY, CAN'T YOU SEE?
I'M AIRBORNE, RECON AND U. D. T.
GOD BLESS THE MARINE CORPS.
FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT,
OPEN UP THE PEARLY GATES,
NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE,
ALL THE REST CAN GO TO HELL.
TELL CHESTY PULLER, THAT I'M COMING TOO,
I'LL BE THERE, STANDING BY HIS SIDE,
BUT I CAN'T DO IT UNTIL I DIE.
BOX ME UP AND SEND ME HOME.
PIN MY MEDALS UPON MY CHEST,
TELL THE GIRLS I DID MY BEST.
MAMMA ROLLED OVER AND THIS IS WHAT SHE SAID.
I WANT TO BE A RECON RANGER,
I WANT TO LIVE THE LIFE OF DANGER.
I WANT TO BE A RECON PILOT,
I WANT TO FLY WHERE OTHERS DARE NOT.
I WANT TO BE A JUNGLE FIGHTER.
I WANT TO BE A PARATROOPER,
I WANT TO BE A SKI-BOURNE TROOPER.
HIT THE DECK AND WE'RE READY TO FIGHT.
GREASE GUN AND K-BAR BY MY SIDE;
THESE ARE THE TOOLS THAT MAKE MEN DIE.
UP FROM A SUBMARINE 60 FEET BELOW;
HIT THE SURFACE AND WE'RE READY TO GO.
SIDESTROKE, BACKSTROKE, SWIM TO THE SHORE;
HIT THE BEACH AND WE'RE READY FOR WAR.
BITING AND A STABBIN'
KICKIN' AND A CUSSIN'
FEUDIN' AND A FUSSIN'
WITH MY RIFLE IN MY HAND,
AND WHEN I'M FINISHED OVER IN IRAN
I AM GOING TO AFGHANISTAN.
WE'RE GONNA MOVE THEM WITH NO DOUBT,
KICKING AND FIGHTING AND CUTTING ALL DAY,
WE DON'T KNOW NO OTHER WAY.
I GRAB MY CHUTE AND I RUN TO THE PLANE.
C-130 ROLLIN' DOWN THE STRIP;
RECON RANGER GONNA TAKE A LITTLE TRIP.
WE DON'T KNOW IF WE'RE EVER COMIN' HOME.
STAND-UP, HOOK-UP, SHUFFLE TO THE DOOR,
JUMP RIGHT OUT AND SHOUT "MARINE CORPS!"
I'VE GOT A RESERVE BY MY SIDE.
AND IF THAT ONE DOESN'T OPEN ROUND;
I'LL BE THE FIRST ONE ON THE GROUND.
BOX ME UP AND SEND ME HOME.
PIN MY WINGS UPON MY CHEST;
TELL MY MOTHER I DID MY BEST.
THE MARINE CORPS IS TO DO OR DIE.
PLACE A K-BAR I MY HAND;
I'LL FIGHT MY WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND.
Gimme that old Marine Corps Spirit
Gimme that old Marine Corps Spirit
Cause its good enough for me.
It was good for Dan Daily
It was good for Smedley Butler
It was good for Chesty Puller
And its good enough for me
It was good at Iwo Jima
It was good at frozen Chosin
It was good in Viet Nam
And its good enough for me
When he was born he was wearing green.
Ate his steaks six inches thick;
Picked his teeth with a guidon stick.
Drinkin' and fightin' and runnin' all day;
Gran'daddy knew no other way.
Bustin' out windows and kickin' down doors,
Trying to get even with the squids on shore.
Lived everyday of his life for the Corps;
So they sent him off to war.
Went to the Pacific to fight the Japanese;
Caught some shrapnel in the knees.
Later, at the Chosen Reservior;
Caught a bullet in his deri-or.
Went to a country called Viet Nam;
To fight some people callled the Viet Cong.
Found himself in a fire fight;
Come back home in a medivac flight.
Now gran'daddy just sits there;
Marking time in his rocking chair.
She up and died and went to heaven.
Standing tall at the Pearly Gates,
She asked St. Peter, what's my fate?
Peter just smiled with an evil grin;
Get down granny and give me ten.