Same Ol Stuff Again Cadence Lyrics

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I've typed the cadences I know. Updates and more cadences to come afterwards. If you lot accept whatever additions, email me at wardka@jmu.edu

Marching Cadences

Airborne Ranger
The Berets
Burn down the Boondocks
Captain Jack
Don't Yous Cry
Down By the River
Four Winds
Goin' Home
Gomer Pile
Here We Go Again
In the Ground forces
Onetime Male monarch Cole
Patch on my Shoulder
Steam Roller
Yellow Ribbon

Airborne Ranger

In the Heat of the Battleground, covered in blood
Lies an Airborne Ranger, dying in the mud.

(Chorus)
Air-Bo-o-o-o-o-orne
Ran-ger-r-r-r-r-r

I'm sitting in my foxhole,
Sharpening my knife.
Up jumps the emeny!
I had to take his life.
(Chorus)

My buddy's in a foxhole,
A bullet in his head.
The medic says he'southward wounded!
But I know that he's expressionless.
(Chorus)

I hear the choppers hoverin'.
They're hoverin' overhead.
They come to get the wounded!
They come to get the expressionless.
(Chorus)

I ran to wake the sergeant,
Lyin' in his bed.
But when I rolled him over,
I saw he had no caput.
(Chorus)

I ran to wake the Captain,
Sleepin' in his bed.
But when I rolled him over,
He punched me in the head.
(Chorus)

The Rangers are moving,
They're movin' through the dark.
And if you run into one,
Get ready for a fight.
(Chorus)

The Berets

Who's that man in the Black Beret?
Killin'due south how he earns his pay.
That is what I like to see:
Army Ranger Infantry!

Who's that homo in the Green Beret?
Special duty, special pay.
That is what I like to see:
Special Forces Infantry!

Who'southward that man in the Red Beret?
Jumpin, jumpin all twenty-four hours long.
That is what I similar to see:
Airborne Ranger Infantry!

Who'southward that man with the Circular Brown on?
Trainin, drillin, all day long.
That is what I like to encounter:
Drill Sergeant is trainin' me!

Who's that human in the Pink Beret?
Stay away for he is gay.
That is what I hate to come across:
San Francisco rear-entry!

Burn The Town

Burn down the town and kill the people!
Throw some napalm on the square.
Do it on a Sunday morning,
While the people are at prayer.

Burn the town and kill the people!
Throw some processed on the footing.
Practise it on a Monday morning,
Watch the kiddies gather 'circular.
Slap a belt into my SAW!
Spotter me mow those kiddies downwards!

Captain Jack

(Chorus)
Hey, hey, Captain Jack!
Run into me down past the railroad track.

With that burglarize in my manus,
I'm gonna be a shootin' man.
That's what I am.

(Chorus)
With that bayonet in my hand,
I'yard gonna be a stabbin' homo.
A shootin' man.
That'south what I am.

(Chorus)
With that claymore in my hand,
I'one thousand gonna be a minin' man.
A stabbin' man.
A shootin' man.
That'south what I am.

(Chorus)
With that whiskey in my hand,
I'm gonna be a drinkin' man.
A minin' man.
A stabbin' homo.
A shootin' human being.
That'southward what I am.

Don't You Cry

Somewhere there'south a woman,
She'due south crying for her man.
He's an Airborne Ranger,
Fighting in a strange country.

(Chorus)
But don't y'all weep him no tears-
He don't need your sympathy.
He'southward an Airborne Ranger,
He fights for you and me!

Somewhere in that location'south a mother,
She's crying in her hands.
Son'southward an Airborne Ranger,
Fighting in a foreign land.
(Chorus)

Somewhere in that location's a father,
As proud as he tin be.
Son'southward an Airborne Ranger,
Bein' all that he can be.
(Chorus)

Somewhere there'south a daughter,
She's crying for her dad.
Dad's an Airborne Ranger,
Fightin' hard and ravin' mad.
(Chorus)

In the mail came a letter,
And this is what it said:
I regret to inform you
That your Airborne Ranger's dead.

Merely don't you cry him no tears-
He don't demand your sympathy.
He's an Airborne Ranger,
He died for you and me!

Downwards By The River

Down by the river
I took a petty walk.
Ran into _____,
Had a little talk.
Didn't like their attitude,
Didn't like the way they walk.
So I pushed em! Shoved em! Threw em in the river,
And laughed as they drowned.
We don't demand no _____,
Hangin' around.

Four Winds

Let 'em accident, permit 'em blow!
Let the four winds blow.
From the Due east to the West,
Infantry, you're the best.

Let 'em sail, permit 'em sail!
Permit the Navy canvas.
From the E to the W,
U.Due south. Regular army, you lot're the best.

Let 'em fly, let 'em fly!
Permit the Air Force fly.
From the Due east to the West,
U.S. Army, you're the best.

Goin' Home

Sha-na-na-na- Sha-na-na-na- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.

No more Drill Sergeants- No more Drill Sergeants- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.

Trade my ruck sack for a vi pack- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.

No more than PT now, no more PT now- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.

Gomer Pile

Uh-oh oh-yes!
Sha-na na-na-na-na

(Chorus)
Army life is not my style,
Got me lookin' like Gomer Pile.

My recruiter came to me,
Say what y'all wanna exist!
I told him hateful and lean and greenish,
Airborne Ranger life for me.
(Chorus)

I used to drive a Caddilac,
with all my homies in the back.
(Chorus)

I used to wear my faded jeans,
Now I wearable these Army greens.
(Chorus)

Set me in a barber's chair,
Spun me 'circular I had no hair.
(Chorus)

Hither We Go Once more

Here we go again!
Same ol' stuff once more.
Marchin down the avenue!
___ more days and we'll exist through.
And I won't accept to look at you.
And you won't have to look at me.

Caller: Am I right or wrong?
Troops: You're correct!
Caller: Are nosotros weak or strong?
Troops: Nosotros're strong!
Caller: Sound off!
Troops: One two
Caller: Sound off!
Troops: Iii four
Caller: Bring information technology on down now.
Troops: One, ii, three, iv, one, ii... 3 four!

In The Ground forces

I hear that in the Army, the coffee's mighty fine.
Looks similar muddy water, and tastes like turpentine.

(Chorus)
Oh Lord, I wanna go,
Only they won't let me get.
AWOL I wanna go,
Woah-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o hey!

I hear that in the Army, the chow is mighty fine.
A chicken jumped off my plate, and killed a friend of mine.
(Chorus)

I hear that in the Army, the pay is mighty fine.
They give a hundred dollars, and take back nintey-nine.
(Chorus)

I hear that in the Army, the beds are mighty fine.
But how the hell should I know, I never slept in mine.
(Chorus)

Quondam King Cole

Former King Cole was a merry one-time soul and a merry old soul was he uh-huh.
He called for his pipe, he called for his bowl, he called for his Privates three uh-huh.
Beer, beer, beer! said the Privates.
Merry men are we!
Many are fair, but they tin't compare to ______.

Quondam King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he uh-huh.
He called for his pipe, he called for his basin, he chosen for his Corporals 3 uh-huh.
I wanna 3 solar day pass said the Corporals!
Beer, beer, beer said the Privates!
Merry men are we!
Many are fair, merely they can't compare to ______.

... and and so on until:
Quondam King Cole was a merry sometime soul and a merry old soul was he uh-huh.
He called for his pipe, he chosen for his bowl, he chosen for his Generals three uh-huh.
Who's gonna drive my jeep said the Generals!
I've gotta get my star said the Colonels!
Everything is mine said the Captains!
Who'southward gonna read my map said the L-T!
File from the correct colum right said the Sergeants!
I wanna iii day pass said the Corporals!
Beer, beer, beer said the Privates!
Merry men are we!
Many are off-white, but they can't compare to ______.

Patch On My Shoulder

Lxxx-Second
Patch on my shoulder!
Catch your chutes and follow me,
I'g the Airborne Infantry!

One-oh-one
Patch on my shoulder!
Grab your rifle, follow me,
Air Assault Infantry!

Steam Roller

I'g a steam roller baby!
And I'grand rollin' down the line.
So you better go outta my mode now,
Before I coil right over you lot!
With a little, a little, a little rock and roll,
And a lotta, a lotta, a lotta centre and soul.
And then y'all better get outta my way at present,
Before I curlicue right over yous!

I'm a dump truck baby!
And I'thou dumpin' down the line.
And then you ameliorate go outta my way at present,
Before I dump all over you!
With a picayune, a little, a niggling rock and coil,
And a lotta, a lotta, a lotta heart and soul.
So yous better get outta my fashion now,
Earlier I dump all over yous!

I'grand a Drill Sergeant baby!
And I'm drillin' down the line.
So you better get outta my style at present,
Before I drill all over you!
With a footling, a little, a little rock and scroll,
And a lotta, a lotta, a lotta heart and soul.
Then you better get outta my way now,
Earlier I drill all over y'all!

Yellowish Ribbon

Around her pilus, she wore a yellow ribbon.
She wore information technology in the springtime, in the merry month of May.
And if you asked her why the hell she wore information technology,
She wore it for that young Cadet and then far, far abroad.
Far abroad!
Far abroad.
She wore information technology for that young Cadet and so far, far away.

Around the block, she pushed a baby carriage.
She pushed it in the springtime, in the merry month of May.
And if you asked her why the hell she pushed it,
She pushed it for that young soldier so far, far away.
Far abroad!
Far away.
She pushed it for that immature soldier so far, far away.

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