That’s what I meant. Thanks.
I’m not particularly fond of any of them, to tell you the truth. The one which is my least favorite, however, is the one that goes:
We… are [Alpha] Company
And we like to do PT
Push-ups, sit-ups
Push-ups, sit-ups, two-mile run
My rucksack, my bayonet…
That’s all I can remember, actually. I know there’s more (including one that goes, “…And we like to party,” but, fortunately, I’ve blocked it from my memory). A couple years ago, in training, we had a drill sergeant do this one every freaking morning. Ironically, though many of the cadences encouraged killing, nothing made me as blood-thirsty as hearing this one at 4 AM after a few months of it.
Also, both military posts on which I’ve done training were male and female. I figure that if I had gone to an all-male post (like Fort Benning, where all the other soldiers in my platoon went to), I would have gained more of an appreciation for cadences. However, since I trained with females, all the cadences had to be, for the most part, politically correct.
Minstrel Boy, especially the Joe Strummer version from Black Hawk Down
When Johnny Comes Marching Home especially the version sung in Waponi in Joe vs the Volcano
It doesn’t count, but for some reason I want to say I Get Knocked Down by Chumbawumba
Be glad to help you out:
We are [Bravo] company
And we like to do PT
Push ups, sit ups
Push ups, sit ups all day long
Now stop, beat your face
Bravo Company gonna rock this place
I said HOOAH
Take it back, Take it back
I said HOOAH
Break it down one time.
SSG Schwartz
Not a cadence song.
My aunt was a WAVE during the early 1960’s. She taught me this:
“WAVES of the Navy, there’s a ship sailing out to bay,
And she won’t come into port again until that victory day.
So carry on for that noble ship and for every hero brave
Who will find ashore that his man-sized chore was done by a Navy WAVE.”
I’ve always been proud of my aunt.
Love, Phil
I remember when Captain Jack was a marching cadence and not a DDR song (it’s one of my favorite DDR songs though :D)
Some other good 'uns:
(This one repeats at every line, of course)
*There is, a girl, she wears a yellow ribbon,
and if, you ever, asked her why she had one,
she’d say it’s for the Airman who is far, far away…
Her dad, he had, a shiny 12-guage shotgon,
and if, you ever, asked him why he had one,
he’d say it’s for the Airman who is far, far away…*
This one is ironic, since I have a healthy dislike for PT:
Gimme some… PT! Good for you… good for me!
When I was in JROTC, one of the infamous “Forbidden Jodies” was “Sniper’s Wonderland”, and I vaguely remember another Forbidden Jodie that mentioned that “Napalm Sticks To Kids!”
Oh, and of course, there is the old Air Force standby, Irine, about a fighter pilot’s favorite girl on base.
Hmm… from my iPod on the rare occasions that I actually want to listen to a cadence while I run, I also am fond of I Could Run To California, since I am stationed in Cali right now, so it’s a short jog for me to actually do just that. 
And there’s one I have been making up during PT over the last week, devoted to all of the Air Force students at the Defense Language Insitute who can’t keep up with the insane pace of the school here, go ahead and guess the tune:
Lackland, Texas, here I come!
Grab my beret, grab my gun!
I love handcuffs, gimme some!
Security Forces Airman, Huah! (You have to kinda squish the words in this line to fit the cadence, but it kinda works)
I got some dirty looks for that last one, it hits too close to home here.
A friend of mine in the Army taught me a version of that jodie that she said should never EVER be sung near Airborne soldiers, evidently based on an airplane crash some time ago:
C-130 rolling down the strip,
hit a rock and the mother fucker flipped! :eek:
The next line is even worse…
64 Paratroopers lost their lives
And all us legs* going drinkin’ tonight
*legs: Non-airborne personnel, or those who have never trained to be a paratrooper.
SSG Schwartz
Wish I could remember all the words.
There’s a well known cadence that goes,
I wanna be an Airborne Ranger!
Live that life of blood and danger.
Airborne Ranger.
Blood and danger … SHOOT TO KILL!
In our MI unit we changed it to,
I wanna be a chairborne ranger,
[something, something] … SHOOT TO HURT!
I always thought that was hilarious, especially because the intel gathering we did required us, in wartime, to spend most of our time behind enemy lines and we knew (cold war days) our life expectancy was much shorter than your average grunt, much less an Airborne Ranger.
There’s also a “Sick-Call Ranger” version.
One I learned during basic started out
On the first day of training, my sergeant gave to me
A pamphlet on VD
and went downhill from there. The full version is definitely NSFW and can be found at http:/ / www. geocities .com/squadron400/12days.htm
I’ve always been fond of some of the ones from Full Metal Jacket
I don’t know, but I’ve been told.
I don’t know, but I’ve been told.
Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!
Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!
Mmm, good!
Mmm, good!
Feels good!
Feels good!
Is good!
Is good!
Real good!
Real good!
Tastes good!
Tastes good!
Mighty good!
Mighty good!
Good for you!
Good for you!
Good for me!
Good for me!
Mama and Papa were laying in bed.
Mama and Papa were laying in bed.
Mama rolled over, this is what she said…
Mama rolled over, this is what she said…
Ah, gimme some…
Ah, gimme some…
Ah, gimme some…
Ah, gimme some…
P.T…
P.T…
P.T…
P.T…
Good for you!
Good for you!
And good for me!
And good for me!
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!
Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!
Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!
I don’t want no teenage queen.
I don’t want no teenage queen.
I just want my M-14.
I just want my M-14.
If I die in the combat zone.
If I die in the combat zone.
Box me up and ship me home.
Box me up and ship me home.
Pin my medals upon my chest.
Pin my medals upon my chest.
Tell my mom I’ve done my best.
Tell my mom I’ve done my best.
I kind of like National Emblem. I used to have a 78 record of it from the 20s(?)
Probably the raunchiest one we were ever allowed to sing:
*Gang bang Lulu
Gang bang Lulu
Who’s gonna gang bang Lulu?
When we go oversees.
Lulu’s got a boyfriend
He drives a pickup truck
He just likes to shift the gears
Lulu likes to fck
and it continues in that vein.
I also liked this one for running:
*A yellow bird
With a yellow bill
Was sitting on
My windowsill
I lured him in
with a piece of bread
And then I bashed
his frickin’ head*
Somebody please mention all those bawdy Oscar Brand compilations of service songs.
And (nit-picking here) Under the Double Eagle is neither by Sousa nor about the US. America’s eagle is single: the double eagle then signified (and maybe still does) Austria. The march is by Josef Wagner, the “Austrian march king.”
I remember reading a book about women in the military, the authors objecting to the words to this ditty, sung to the music of “Candyman”.
It’s too graphic for regular display.
Who can take a chainsaw , cut the bitch in two, fuck the bottom half and give the top to you. S&M man can, S&M man can cause he spreads the love around and makes the hurt feel good.
Very nice.
My dearly beloved grandmother was quite the proper, even prudish lady. Loved animals, her family, hated profanity and vulgarity and wasn’t given to reminiscing.
Which is why it was such a shock when visiting her in the nursing home near the end, she ups and starts singing the second song. It was hysterically funny, because it was just so very out of character and all. According to her it went:
It’s time to get up,
It’s time to get up,
It’s time to get up in the morning.
Someday I’m going to murder the bugler,
Someday they’re going to find him dead.
And then I’ll kill the other pup,
The one that wakes the bugler up
And spend my whole fuckin’ life in bed.
Not a cadence but a military song. I always thought that Garry Owen was a very catchy tune. Unfortunately I was in two divisions that contained portions of the 7th Cavalry (8th ID and 1st Cav). That meant that Garry Owen was played at every damn division function. The song loses it’s appeal after a while.
I’ve loved “Garry Owen” since seeing “They Died With Their Boots On.”
Had a tape of marches I liked to play while out walking. “The Yellow Rose of Texas” nearly killed me until I figured out it was a Canter and I lacked the number of legs for it.
Not that I’m picky, though being a Doper would give that away, but “Unter der Doppeladler (Under the Double Eagle)” was written by a Joseph Wagner, though Sousa recorded it almost immediately. Which was good, since the Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1902 didn’t have long to go. It is also hard to march to, being pretty fast. It was explained to me by a fellow who attended a European military academy a generation before I would’ve had I done so that the guys in Yurp take shorter, faster steps than the ex-WWII-GIs who taught me to march.
My high school marching band came on the field to Le Regiment de Sambre et Meuse, which you know better as the “script Ohio” song. We made a big N - nothing to “dot”.
It’s actually the hardest song we had to play, for a trombonist at least - mainly because we played it fast like OSU does instead of like the band in the first clip. In four years of band I never learned to play it exactly correct. Even when we had to test the song every summer I did a horrible flub job (and I was really good at trombone). It was just exhausting to play.
However, that song gets me pumped and I’ll often bring up an MP3 of it when I need a little motivation at work. And yeah, it almost moves me to tears at Bowl games, too 
I actually found all of the “official US military marches” tiring. We had to play them as a medley for the Memorial Day parade. I think marching in block formation to actual marches while playing was really hard, possibly because of the trombone parts (especially “Wild Blue Yonder”). Playing flowery music and getting into looping formations on the field during halftime was much easier. I don’t think I could ever swing being in a real military band.
Sorry about the tangent. Carry on, soldiers.