MARCHING CADENCES
EIGHTY SECOND
Eight-second
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your chutes and jump with me
I am the Infantry
One-oh-one
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your weapons and follow me
I am the Infantry
First Division
Big Red One
Pick up your weapons and follow me
I am the Infantry
Airborne Ranger
Tabs on my shoulder
Pick up your weapons and follow me
I am the Infantry
Track Commander
Mechanized Soldier
Jump in your Bradley and follow me
I am the Infantry
Special Forces
Green Berets
Pick up your weapons and follow me
I am the Infantry
Chairborne Rangers
Sittin' at a desk
Pick up your pens and write with me
I'm not the Infantry!
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HERE WE GO AGAIN
Here we go again
Same old stuff again
Marching down the avenue
Six more weeks and we'll be through
I'll be glad and so will you
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HI HO DIDDLY BOP
Hi Ho Diddly Bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my sixteen in my hand
I wanna be a fighting man
Hi Ho Diddly Bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my woman in my arms
I wanna show her all my charms
Hi Ho Diddly Bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my bottle in my hand
I wanna be a drinking man
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WHAT THE ARMY'S DONE TO ME
Chorus:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
Momma, momma, can't you see
what the Army's done to me
Momma, momma, can't you see
what the Army's done to me
Chorus
They took away my faded jeans
Now I'm wearing Army greens
Used to drive a Cadillac
Now I hump it on my back
Used to date a beauty queen
Now I hug my M-16
Used to drive a Chevrolet
Now I'm walking all the way
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I DON'T KNOW
I don't know why I left
But I know I done wrong
And it won't be long
'Til I get on back home
Got a letter in the mail
Join the Army or go to jail
And it won't be long
'Til I get on back home
They put me in a barber chair
Wheeled me 'round, I had no hair
And it won't be long
'Til I get on back home
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YELLOW BIRD
A yellow bird
with a yellow bill
Was perched upon
my window sill
I lured him in
with a piece of bread
And then I smashed
his little head
The doctor came
to check his head
" Indeed" he said
" this bird is dead"
A little mouse
with little feet
Was perched upon
my toilet seat
I pushed him in
I flushed him down
I watched him spin
'round and 'round
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THEY SAY THAT IN THE ARMY
They say that in the Army the coffee's mighty fine
It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine
Chorus:
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
. . .the biscuits are mighty fine
one rolled off the table
and killed a friend of mine
. . .the training's might fine
last night there were ten of us,
now there's only nine
. . .the pay is mighty fine
they give you a hundred dollars
and take back ninety-nine