Cadences

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

Airborne Ranger (Shoot to Kill)

I hear the choppers humming
They’re hovering overhead
They’ve come to get the wounded
They’ve come to get the dead

Airborne (shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill)
Ranger (shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill) *

My buddy’s in a foxhole
A bullet in his head
The medic says he’s wounded
But I know that he’s dead

Airborne (shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill)
Ranger (shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill) *

Sitting in a foxhole
Sharpening my knife
Up jumped the enemy
I hate to take his life

Airborne (shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill)
Ranger (shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill) *

And now the battle’s over
The smoke is all around
We wanted to go home
But we’re six feet underground

* The unit sings the words in parentheses at the same
time that the leader sings the words in italics. The unit then repeats
the leader’s words in the normal manner*

Yellow Bird

A yellow birdy with a yellow bill
Was perched upon my window sill
So I lured him in with a piece of bread
And then I smashed his itty bitty head

A yellow birdy with a yellow beak
Was perched upon my toilet seat
So I pushed him in and flushed him down
Man that birdy went round and round

A yellow birdy with a yellow nose
Was perched upon my garden hose
So I turned it on and sprayed him down
And that birdy was dead and drownedThe moral of
The story is
To get some head
You need some bread.
So dress it right
And cover down
40 inches
All around

Your left, your right
You’re out of sight.
Your left, your right, you’re–Dynamite.

Get on Back Home

I don’t know why I left
But I must’ve done wrong

And it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home

Got a letter in the mail
Go to war or go to jail

Sat me in that barber’s chair
Spun me around, I had no hair

Used to drive a Cadillac
Now I hump a rucksack

Used to wear my faded jeans
Now I’m wearing Army green

Dress it right and cover down
Forty inches all around

Nine to the front and six to the rear
That’s the way we do it here

Used to date a beauty queen
Now I date my M-16

Ain’t no use in looking down
Ain’t no discharge on the ground

Ain’t no use in going back
Jody’s got your Cadillac

Ain’t no use in calling home
Jody’s got your girl and gone

Ain’t no use in feeling blue
Jody’s got your sister too

Mama Mama can’t you see
What this Army’s done for me

Mama Mama can’t you see
This Army life is killing me

Let It Blow

Standing tall and looking good
Ought to march in Hollywood
Let em blow, let em blow
Let the four winds blow
Let em blow from east to west
The US Army is the best
Hold your head and hold it high
(your) Platoon is marching by
Close your eyes and hang your head
We are marching by the dead
Look to your right and what do you see?
A whole bunch of legs looking at me
Dress it right and cover down
Forty inches all around
Nine to the front, six to the rear
That’s the way we do it here

Pebbles and Bam-Bam

Pebbles and Bam-Bam on a Friday night
Trying to get to heaven on a paper kite
Lightning struck (BOOM) and down they fell (AHHH)
Instead of getting to heaven, they went straight to hell

Dino the dog (RUFF RUFF) was on the bone (CHOMP CHOMP)
While Fred and Barney rocked the microphone
There was nothing that Fred or Barney could do
‘cept sing “Yabba daba daba daba daaaaaba do!”

Here We Go Again

Here we go again
Same old stuff again
Marching down the avenue
Two more years and we’ll be through
Am I right or wrong? (you’re right!)
Are we weak or strong? (we’re strong!)

They Say That In The Army

They say that in the Army, the chicken’s mighty fine
The chicken jumped off the table and started marking time

Oh, Lord I wanna go
But they won’t let me go (group ends this line with home,
stretched out over 8 paces, and a “Hey” on the right foot
to end the refrain)

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

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

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

Far Away

Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the springtime, in the merry month of May
And if you asked her why the heck she wore it
She wore it for that soldier who was far, far away
Far away!
Far away!
She wore it for that soldier who was far, far away.
Around the block she pushed a baby carriage…
Around her thigh she wore a yellow garter…
Behind the door her daddy kept his shotgun…
In the church the preacher kept a license…

Follow Me

Eighty-second
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your chutes and follow me
Airborne infantry

One-oh-one
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your ropes and follow me
Air assault infantry

Twenty-fifth
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your rucks and follow me
Lightning infantry

Big red one
Patch on my shoulder
Get in your bradlees and follow me
Mechanized infantry

Seventy-fifth
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your weapon and follow me
Ranger infantry

ROTC
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your books and follow me
I’m the wanna-be infantry

The Best The World Will See

See that man in the tan beret
Ask him how he earns his pay
See that man in the tan beret
Killings how he earns his pay
He’s the best the world will see
Airborne Ranger Infantry

See that man in the maroon beret
Ask him how he earns his pay
See that man in the maroon beret
Jumpings how he earns his pay
He’s the best the world will see
US Airborne Infantry

See that man in the green beret
Ask him how he earns his pay
See that man in the green beret
Teaching how he earns his pay
He’s the best the world will see
Special Forces Infantry

See that man with the blue chord on
Ask him how he earns his pay
See that man with the blue chord on
Hand to hands how he earns his pay
He’s the best the world will see
US Army Infantry

Tiny Bubbles

Tiny bubbles
In my beer
Makes me happy
And full of cheer

Tiny bubbles
In my wine
Makes me happy
All the time

Everywhere We Go

Everywhere we go
People wanna know
Who we are
Where we come from
So we tell them
We are (Alpha, Bravo,)
Mighty Mighty Bravo
Rough – n – tough Bravo
Straight shooting Bravo

Captain Jack

Hey hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad tracks
With that weapon in my hand
I gonna be killin’ man

Hey hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that bottle in my hand
I gonna be a drinking man

Hey hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
With that rifle in my hand
I gonna be a shooting man

With that bayonet in my hand
I gonna be a cutting man

With that woman in my hand
I gonna be a loving man

With that suitcase in my hand
I gonna be a traveling man

The Army Colors

The Army colors
the color is red
to show the world
the blood we’ve shed
blue…that we are true
white…that we are right
black…that we are back
gold…that we are bold
green…that we are mean
brown…that we get down
gray…that you will pay

Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and called for his bowl
And he called for his privates, three
Beer, Beer, Beer said the privates
Merry men are we
But none so fair that they can compare to the airborne infantry

Old King Cole was a merry old soul and 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 corporals
Beer, Beer, Beer said the privates
Merry men are we
But none so fair that they can compare to the airborne infantry

Additional Verses:
Sergeants three–”File from the left, column right said the Sgts”
Lieuues three–”What do we do now said the lieuies”
Captains three–”Charge that hill said the captains”
Majors three–”Who’s gonna shine my boots said the majors”
Colonels three–”Where’s my star said the colonels”
Generals three–”War, War, War”

 

Running:

C-130

C-130 rollin’ down the strip
Airborne Daddy gonna take a little trip
Mission Top Secret, destination unknown
Don’t even know if they’re ever coming home
Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door
Jump right out and count to four
But if my main don’t open wide
I got a reserve by my side
But if that one should fail me too
Look out below I’m a-comin’ through
If I die on the old drop zone
Box me up and ship me home
Pin my wings upon my chest
And bury me in the leaning rest

Saw an Old Lady

Saw an old lady running down the street
Had a chute on her back, jump boots on her feet
Said, “Hey old lady where you goin’ to?”
She said “US Army Airborne School”
“Whatcha gonna do when you get there?”
“Jump from a plane, float through the air”
I said “Hey old lady ain’t you been told?
Airborne School’s for the young and the bold”
She said “Hey young punk who you talkin’ to?
I’m an instructor at the Airborne School”
Saw an old lady marching down the road
Had a knife in her hand and a 90lb load
Said, “Hey old lady where you goin’ to?”
She said “US Army Ranger School”
“Whatcha gonna do when you get there?”
“Jump and swim and kill without care”
I said “Hey old lady ain’t you been told?
Ranger School’s for the young and the bold”
She said “Hey young punk who you talkin’ to?
I’m an instructor at the Ranger School”
Saw on old lady running down the track
Had fins on her feet and a tank on her back
Said, “Hey old lady where you goin’ to?”
She said “US Army scuba School”
“Whatcha gonno do when you get there?”
“Swim under water and never breathe air”
I said, “Hey old lady ain’t you been told?
Scuba School’s for the young and the bold”
She said “Hey young punk who you talkin’ to?
I’m an instructor at the Scuba School”

Up in the Morning

Up in the morning ‘fore dawn
I don’t like it, no way
Eat my breakfast too damn soon
Hungry as a hound dog by noon
Went to the mess hall on my knees
Mess Sergeant, Mess Sergeant feed me please!
Mess Sergeant said witha big ol’grin
If you wanna be Airborne you gotta be thin
Up in the morning at the break of day
Working so hard we never play
Running through the jungle where the sun don’t shine
All I do is double time

Airborne Ranger

Airborne Ranger raving mad
He’s got a tab I wish I had
Black and gold and half moon shape
Airborne Ranger, he’s gone ape
Jumpin’ through windows, kickin’ down walls
Airborne Ranger’s havin’ a ball
So if there’s trouble in the world today
Call on the men in the Black Berets

A.I.R.B.O.R.N.E.

A is for Airborne
I is for in the sky
R is for rough and tough
B is for born to fly
O is for on the go
R is ranger
N is for never quit
E is for every day
‘Cause I’m Airborne
All the way
Super-duper Paratrooper

When I get to Heaven
When I get to heaven
Saint Peter’s gonna say
“How’d you earn your livin’ boy?
How’d you earn your pay?”
I’ll reply with a whole lot of anger,
“I made my living as an Airborne Ranger!
Blood, guts, sex and danger
That’s the life of an Airborne Ranger!”
When I get to hell
Satan’s gonna say
“How’d you earn your livin’ boy?
How’d you earn your pay?”
I’ll reply with a boot to his face
I made my living sending souls to this place!”

No Sweat

One mile – No Sweat
Two mile – Better yet
Three miles – Gotta run
Four miles – Just for fun
Come on – Let’s go
We can go – Through the snow
We can run – To the sun
We train – In the rain
A-I
R-B
O-R
N-E
Can you be – Like me?
Airborne – Infantry

Sittin On a Mountaintop

Sittin’ on a mountaintop beatin’ my drum
Beat it so hard that the MPs come
I said MP, MP don’t arrest me
Arrest that leg behind that tree
He stole the whiskey, I stole the wine
But all I ever do is double-time

Superman

Me and Superman got in a fight
I hit him in the head with some Kryptonite
I hit him so hard I busted his brain
And now I’m dating Lois Lane

Well, me and Batman, we had one, too
I hit him in the head with my left shoe
Right in the temple with my left heel
And now I’m driving the Batmobile hr>
A…A…MEN )
A…A………MEN ) sung by the group
A…A…MEN AMEN AMEN )
sing it over )
sing it louder now )
sing it soft now )
real loud now ) sung by cadence caller between each line
real soft now )
Hallelujah! )
praise the Lord now )

Granny

When my granny was 91
She did PT just for fun
When my granny was 92
She did PT better than you
When my granny was 93
She did PT better than me
When my granny was 94
She did PT more and more
When my granny was 95
She did PT to stay alive
When my granny was 96
She kept on doing flutter-kicks
When my granny was 97
She up and died and went to heaven
She met St. Peter at the pearly gates
Said, “St. Peter, St. Peter, hope I’m not late
St. Peter said with a big ol’ grin
“Get down granny, and knock out ten”
She replied with a big ol’ smile
“Sorry, St. Peter, I’m on profile!”

R.A.N.G.E.R

R is for rough and tough
A is for all the way
N is for never quit
G is for gung-ho
E is for excellence
R is for Ranger

I Wanna Be an Airborne Ranger
Two old ladies lying in bed
One rolled over to the other and said,
“I wanna be an Airborne Ranger
Live a life of sex and danger
Blood, guts, sex, and danger
That’s the life of an Airborne Ranger!”
or
“I..I see your heiny (butt)
It’s so big and shiny
When I see it wiggle
It makes me giggle
If you don’t hide
I might just bite it”

Killing the Baby Seals

Way up north where the air is cold.
They don’t have food and they run out of gold.
So how I earn my living.
Is killing the baby seals.(arp, arp)*
You can wack ‘em with a shovel, you can hit ‘em with a brick.
Poke ‘em in the eyes, with your eye-poking stick.
That’s how I earn my living.
Killing the baby seals.(arp, arp)
You can stab ‘em, shoot ‘em, rototill ‘em.
Any old way that you wanna kill ‘em.
That’s how I earn my living.
Killing the baby seals.(arp, arp)
Slice em, Dice Em, filetmignon em
Any old way is how you serve em
That’s how I earn my living.
Killing the baby seals.(arp, arp)
Wife and kids, they all hate me.
Liberals they ant to rape me.
But that’s how I earn my living.
Killing the baby seals.(arp, arp)

*Have company clap twice and “arp” like a seal.