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Posted: 12/19/2009 7:35:52 AM EDT
My sister-in-law is in JROTC and a member of her school's Raider team.  The girl's team took first in county and fourth overall at the Florida State JROTC Raider competition.

She asked me if I can remember any crazy, funny or raunchy marching cadences, the girls team loves to bust on the boys team when they are doing drills.

I tried to remember the cadences I learned in basic but it's been 24 years.

Can anyone with better memory then mine help me out ?
Link Posted: 12/19/2009 7:39:55 AM EDT
Don't let your dingle-dangle dingle down south.
Pick up your dingle-dangle and put it in her mouth.

Don't let your dingle-dangle dingle in the dirt.
Pick up your dingle-dangle and put it in up her skirt.

Don't let your dingle-dangle dingle out west.
Pick up your dingle-dangle and put it between her breast.

Link Posted: 12/19/2009 7:50:44 AM EDT
In before napalm.
Link Posted: 12/19/2009 7:51:34 AM EDT
Throw another hand grenade

Thats my kind of foreign aid

All I ever want to see is

Bodies Bodies Bodies



Load another magazine

Watch those commie bastards scream

All I ever want to see is

Bodies Bodies Bodies



I can't remember the rest
Link Posted: 12/19/2009 8:28:47 AM EDT
Launch another chemical round

Laugh while bodies twitch on the ground

Cause all I ever wanna do is kill and burn and mutilate

All I ever wanna see, is bodies, bodies, bodies.
Link Posted: 12/19/2009 11:20:49 AM EDT
Check your .50 cal. headspace.
Shoot a commie in the face.
All  I really want to see is
bodies, bodies, bodies.

Lock and load a round inside.
Put it through a commies hide.
All  I really want to see is
bodies, bodies, bodies.
Link Posted: 12/19/2009 11:46:05 AM EDT
Link Posted: 12/19/2009 12:18:09 PM EDT
a yellow bird with a yellow bill
landed on my window sill
i loured it in with a piece of bread
and then i smashed his fuckin head
Link Posted: 12/20/2009 12:51:47 AM EDT
Drop the napalm on the village
Drop it on the square
Drop it early Sunday mornin'
As their heading off to prayer
[chorus] Come along and join our party
Come along and have some fun
We're the maddogs of third platoon
and we're killing everyone

Fire the missiles at the school house
Wait until you hear the bell
Watch the children's screaming faces
As their teachers burn to hell
[repeat chorus]

Throw the candy to the children
Wait until they gather round
Lock and load your M16
And mow the little fuckers down
[repeat chorus]
Link Posted: 12/20/2009 1:31:58 AM EDT
Napalm Sticks to Kids

We shoot the sick, the young, the lame,
We do our best to maim,
Because the kills all count the same,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Chorus: Napalm sticks to kids,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Flying low across the trees,
Pilots doing what they please,
Dropping frags on refugees,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Goods in the open, making hay,
But I can hear the gunships say,
"There'll be no Chieu Hoi today,"
Napalm sticks to kids.

See those farmers over there,
Watch me get them with a pair,
Blood and guts just everywhere,
Napalm sticks to kids.

I've only seen it happen twice,
But both times it was mighty nice,
Shooting peasants planting rice,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Napalm, son, is lots of fun,
Dropped in a bomb or shot from a gun,
It gets the gooks when on the run,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Drop some napalm on a farm,
It won't do them any harm,
Just burn off their legs and arms,
Napalm sticks to kids.

CIA with guns for hire,
Montagnards around a fire,
Napalm makes the fire go higher,
Napalm sticks to kids.

I've been told it's not so neat,
To catch gooks burning in the street,
But burning flesh, it smells to sweet,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Children sucking on a mother's tit,
Wounded gooks down in a pit,
Dow Chemical doesn't give a shit,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Bombadiers don't care a bit,
Just as long as the pieces fit,
When you stuff the bodies in a pit,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Eighteen kids in a No Fire Zone,
Rooks under arms and going home,
Last in line goes home alone,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Chuck in a sampan, sitting in the stern,
They don't think their boats will burn,
Those damn gooks will never learn,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Cobras flying in the sun,
Killing gooks is lots of fun,
Get one pregnant and it's two for one,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Shoot civilians where they sit,
Take some pictures as you split,
All your life you'll remember it,
Napalm sticks to kids.

NVA are all hard core,
Flechettes never are a bore,
Throw those PSYOPS out the door,
Napalm sticks to kids.

Gather kids as you fly over town,
By throwing candy on the ground,
Then grease 'em when they gather 'round,
Napalm sticks to kids.
Link Posted: 12/20/2009 1:54:46 AM EDT
IBTL
Link Posted: 12/20/2009 2:13:56 AM EDT
Way up north where the air gets cold
We're running out of money and we're running out of gold
So now I earn my living
Killing the baby seals

You can hit `em with a bat you can hit `em with a brick
You can poke `em in th eye with your eye pokin stick
That's how I earn my living
Killing the baby seals

You can slash `em in the head you can slash `em in the throat
Then throw `em in the back of your fishing boat
That's how I earn my living
Killing the baby seals.
Link Posted: 12/20/2009 4:38:46 AM EDT
I don't know but I 've been told
eskimo pussy is mighty cold

Our first Sgt is truning green
someone pissed in his canteen

Link Posted: 12/20/2009 5:12:24 AM EDT
In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two
a dago from Portales
walk up the streets of Spain
selling hot tamales

He said the world was round, Oh!
He said it could be found, Oh!
The hypothetical masturbating sonovabitch Colombus!

He asked the Queen of Spain for ships
loaded with food and cargo
he said he'd be a sonovabitch
if he didn't discover Chicago

(chorus)

The queen she gave him three tall ships
all were triple-deckers
when they left, she waved her hankerchief
Columbus waved his pecker

(chorus)

there's more but I have no time to type them
Link Posted: 12/20/2009 5:59:49 AM EDT
[Last Edit: 12/20/2009 6:03:36 AM EDT by Hatemachine]
Tiny bubbles
in my beer
make me happy
and full of cheer
tiny bubbles
in her twat
make me wonder
what she's got.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––­––––––––––––––––––––––-
Judas was a buddy fucker
fuck that buddy fucker
Mary was a small town hooker
fuck that fucking hooker
Pontious Pilot loved the cock
fuck that motherfucker
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––­––––––––––––––––––––––
I want to be an Airborne Ranger
I want to live a life of danger
sex with strangers
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––­––––––––––––––––––––

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 living' boy
How'd you earn your pay
I'll reply with a boot to his chest
I made my living layin souls to rest
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––­––––––––

Around her neck she wore a studded collar
She wore it in the springtime in the merry month of May
And if you ask her why the heck she wore it
She wore it for that soldier who was into whips and chains
whips and chains
Around the block, she rode a purple Harley
She rode it in the springtime in the merry month of May
And if you ask her why the heck she rode it
She rode it for that soldier who was into whips and chains


Link Posted: 12/20/2009 12:08:35 PM EDT
sung to the tune "Jesus loves the little children"



Napalm sticks to  little children

alll the children of the world



red and yellow black or white

there all the same when they ignite



Napalm stick to children of the world
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