Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
BOOM!
What was that!?
Claymore!
Dead bunny!
Bloody bunny!
Body parts!
Everywhere!

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
BOOM!
What was that!?
Landmine!
Dead bunny!
Bloody bunny!
Body parts!
Everywhere!

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
BOOM!
What was that!?
Hand grenade!
Dead bunny!
Bloody bunny!
Body parts!
Everywhere!

When I go to heaven
St. Peter he will say
Did you earn your living
Did you earn your pay
My reply was with a little bit of thunder
I earned my living killing down under

When I go to bars
the girls they will say
Did you earn your living
Did you earn your pay
My reply was with a cool kinda nod
I earned my living killing commies for my god

When I go home
The hippies are gonna say
Did you earn your living
Did you earn your pay
I replied as I pulled out my knife
Get out of my way before I take your life

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I like that one. There's another one that I REALLY like but the words escape me at the moment.

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Dammit. I remembered it, typed it, clicked submit, but TA had an error and didn't post and I am too tired to retype it right now. I'll do it tomorrow.

Steamroller

I can't post the words we used, as we took some "creative license"

I knew a girl,
that dressed in brown,
she made a living going up and down,
she was an elevator operator,
eeeeeelevator operator

I knew a girl,
that dressed in red,
she made a living giving head,
she was a bartender,
baaaartender.

I knew a girl,
that dressed in black,
she made a living on her back,
she was a mattress tester,
maaaatress tester.

Same with Ryan.

I wish all the ladies!
Were holes in the roa-d.
And I were a dump truck!
I'd fill 'em with my load-d.

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you can tell an airborne ranger by his dick.


napalm sticks to kids.


my girl's a mexican.

My girl's a sight to see
She's a total amputee
I'd buy her anything
To keep her alive ......

I wish all the ladies
were pies on the shelf
and I was a baker
I'd eat em all myself

I wish all the ladies
were bells in a tower
and I were the bell boy
I'd bang 'em every hour!

My DI's favorite, "I'm a necrophiliac", can't really post it on Texags. He even did it on our final morning's run...with our families there. Twisted Marine humor.

Get out of your bunks and get ready to go! Commander says we're going to war.
We will be ready to go
So early
So early so early in the morning

They issued me an M-16
turned me into a killing machine
I will be ready to go
So early
So early so early in the morning

They issued some hand grenades
You should've seen the mess I made
So early
So early so early in the morning


This is the "safe one" I only really know the good ones, but I can't post them.

When I die
Bury me deep
With two crossed rifles
At my feet
And by my side
.45 I wear
And don't forget
To pack my PT gear
Come next mornin'
Zero five
There'll be thunder and lightnin'
All across the sky
Don't be scared now
Don't you fret none
Just bein' a _______
On a PT run
Just bein' a _______
On a LONG run
To the moon
and back again
To the Sun
and back again
To the stars
and back again

It was cold outside and the moon was getting pale
I looked behind me; I had 2 MiGs on my tail
So I took a dip of snuff and I pulled back on the stick
I'm a Fightin' Texas Aggie and I've never been licked
I'M A FIGHTIN' TEXAS AGGIE AND I WON'T BE LICKED!

Back in 1944
The Texas Aggies went to war

The T-sips stayed with the women and the wine
10,000 miles behind the lines

T-Sips T-Sips don't be blue
Tinkerbell was a fairy too

Maybe someone can help me remember one of my favorites.

It starts with:

Deep in the Jungle where the Coconuts grow,
There's a mean mother ****er named ranger joe.

Been too long to remember the whole thing but the brunt of it was

I had a girl whose name was sue
Her dad caught me playing with her Ring dang do

A ring dang do, now what is that,
Round and Firm like a pu___ cat,
A hole in the middle with a hair or two,
That's what you call a ring dang do!

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You can keep your Army khaki,
You can keep your Navy blue.
I have the world's best fighting man,
To introduce to you.

His uniform is different,
The best you've ever seen.
The German's called him "Devil Dog,"
His real name is "Marine"

He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.

He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He'll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.

He's deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior's calling card,
He's mastered how to kill.

And when he gets to heaven,
St. Peter he will tell,
Another Marine reporting, sir,
I've served my time in Hell.

So listen, all you young girls,
To what I have to say:
Go find yourself a young Marine,
To love you every day.

He'll hug you and he'll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen.
There is no better Fighting Man:
The United States Marine!

Battle of New Orleans
(I dont remember all the words, but here is the start)

In 1814 we took a little trip
'long with Col. Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we took alittle beans
and we faught the bloody british in the town of New Orleans

Fired our guns and British kept a comin'
fired once more they began a running
down the mississippi to the gulf of Mexico

(there is more, but I don't have time or memory)

Through the grass, I'm a-crawling
Up ahead, Hajji's sprawling

He ain't dead yet
So use your bayonet

Walking through a sniper wonderland

My ex used to "sing" one to me that went something like:
Roll me over
Roll me over in the hay
Do it again
Do it again

Another one I like though is:
Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the dirt
Don't let your dingle dangle put it in a skirt
(or something like that)

Oh yeah during Corps runs when we got to the non-reg dorms on Northside:

Hey-eyyyy non-regs!
Dirty, lazy non-regs!
Get out of your racks and follow me!
We are the sons of AMC!

I once knew a man who died in the war
Back in 1944
Before he died he had one request
He said send my boy among the best
Send him to old A&M
Make an Aggie out of him
And if he wants just a little bit more
Then have him join the Aggie Corps

Ah yes another good one coop

Tarzan and Jane were swinging from a vine
Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine
Jane lost her grip and down she fell
When she hit the ground she gave out a yell
A-yi-A!
Ugh! Ugh!
Feels good
A-yi-A!
Ugh! Ugh!
Feels good
Tarzan and Cheetah were swinging from a vine
Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine
Cheetah lost his grip and down he fell
When he hit the ground he gave out a yell
A-yi-A!
Ugh! Ugh!
Feels good
A-yi-A!
Ugh! Ugh!
Feels good

why was the picture of tiny posted?

a yellow bird,
with a yellow bill,
landed on,
my window sill,
i lead him in,
with a peice of bread,
and then i smashed is fu**ing head.

the moral of,
the story is,
to get some head,
you need some bread

Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the dirt
Pick up your dingle dangle stick up her skirt

Dont let your dingle dangle dangle in the grass
pick up your dingle dangle stick it in her ass!

X 100,000

part of one as we ran by northside

gotta be quiet cause the non-regs are asleep
gotta be quiet cause the non-regs are asleep
YOU GOTTA BE QUIET CAUSE THE NON REGS ARE ASLEEP!!!!!!
OH YOU GOTTA BE QUIET CAUSE THE NON REGS ARE ASLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

must have been fun

not as much fun as your mom

my mother keeps her combat boots cleaner than yours

This one is my favorite on a run.

C-130 on the edge of the strip
The fightin Texas Aggies on a one way trip
mission top secret destination unknown,
We don't know if were ever coming home.
stand up buckle up a shuffle to the door,
ah jump right out and shout Airborne!!!
if my shoot dont open wide,
then ive got a reserve by my side.
if that one should fail me too,
then look out Satan Ima comin after you.
it i die in the old drop zone,
box me up and ship me home.
put me in a set of dress blues,
cut my hair and shine my shoes.
pin my metals upon my chest,
tell my moma i did my best.
moma moma cant u see,
what this corps has done for me.