Running & Marching Cadences - Military Cadences

When I get to Heaven,
Saint Peter’s gonna say
“How’d you earn your livin’?
How’d you earn your pay?”
And I’ll reply with a little bit of anger
“Made my livin’ as an Airborne Ranger.”
Airborne Ranger.
Ranger Danger.
Airborne Ranger.
Black beret danger.
We love to double time.
We do it all the time.

When I get to Heaven,
Saint Peter’s gonna say
“How’d you earn your livin’?
How’d you earn your pay?”
And I’ll reply with a whole lot of anger
“Made my livin’ blood, guts, and danger.”
Blood, guts, danger.
Ranger danger.
Blood, guts, and danger.
Black beret danger.
We love to double time.
We do it all the time.

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!”

When that left foot hits the ground/
all I wanna hear is that _____ sound. (group sounds off with the sound you designate
on every left.This sound can be any one syllable
sound thatyou choose. Bark sound, What!, Hooah!, etc.
I like to use “WHAT!”) (WHAT!)
We train
(WHAT!)
In the rain
(WHAT!)
We’ll fight
(WHAT!)
Day or night
(WHAT!)
We’ll go
(WHAT!)
Through the snow
(WHAT!)
We’ll run
(WHAT!)
To the sun
(WHAT!)
We’ll run
(WHAT!)
THROUGH the sun
(WHAT!)
Bin Laden
(WHAT!)
You better pray
(WHAT!)
You don’t see my
(WHAT!)
Maroon beret
(WHAT!)
Got that vodka
(WHAT!)
In my wall locker
(WHAT!)
Got that 100 proof
(WHAT!)
Up on the roof
(WHAT!)
Got that cogniac
(WHAT!)
In my alice pack
(WHAT!)
Got covasier
(WHAT!)
in the changing bay
(WHAT!)
Gonna have some fun
(WHAT!)
With that spiced rum NOTE: This cadence can go forever if you are creative. That’s why it’s called freestyle.WARNING: Do not attempt if you have no rythym

when that left foot strikes the ground
all I wanna hear is that “what” sound
what (left foot)
dont get me started
(what)
dont get you started
(what)
dont get us started
(what)
before we get retarded
(what)
that gin n juice
(what)
it gets me loose
(what)
that fifth of vocka
(what)
got it in my locker
(what)
that rum n coke
(what)
will make ya choke
(what)
that glass of milk
(what)
is good as silk
(what)
so dont get me started
(what)
dont get you started
(what)
dont get us started
(what)
before we get retarded.

A-10, A-10 Flyin’ high,
Drop that napalm from the sky!
See Haji there down by the lake,
Drop that napalm watch him bake!

A-10, A-10 Flyin’ high,
Drop that napalm from the sky!
See that Commie down by the river,
Drop that napalm watch him quiver!

A-10, A-10 Flyin’ high,
Drop that napalm from the sky!
See Charlie there down in the wood,
Drop that napalm boil his blood!

A-10, A-10 Flyin’ high,
Drop that napalm from the sky!
See that Nazi down in the stream,
Drop that napalm hear him scream!

A-10, A-10 Flyin’ high,
Fire your cannon from the sky!
See that pinko-commie red,
Give him 2 in the chest and one in the head!

Load another magazine

In my trusty M-16

Cuz all I ever wanna see

Is bodies bodies bodies

Prep another claymore mine

See the light I’m feelin fine

Cuz all I ever wanna see

Is burning chunks of bodies

Draw my rusty bayonet

See the funny looks I get

Cuz all I ever wanna see

Is rotten stinking bodies

Throw some candy on the ground

Watch the children gather round

Cuz all I ever wanna see

Is little bleeding bodies

It’s one thirty now on the strip
Chairborne daddy gonna take a little trip
Stand up, lock up, shuffle to the door
The club for lunch and home by four
If there’s something to decide
Close your door and try to hide
Every time you get a call
You’re out playing racquetball
First revise the SOP
Make a change in policy
Ours is not to wonder why
It’s written down in the LOI
God forbid we should go to war
All that paperwork would be a bore
Let me stay behind my desk
Anything is better than the leaning rest
Chairborne Ranger, that’s what I am
One of a kind, I’m and AG man

You say) I don’t know what you come to do.
(platoon say)-I don’t know what you come to do.
(You say)I came to clap my hands
(P)My hands
(Y)I came to stomp my feet
(P)My feet
(Y)I came to rock my head
(P)My head
(Y)Rock it to the the beat
(P)The beat
(Y)I said,don’t fall out
(P)You gota deal with it
(Y)Don’t you fall out
(P)You gota deal with it
(Y)You can’t count to five
(P)You gota deal with it
(Y)Just to stay alive
(P)You gota deal with
(Y)You can’t count to six
(P)You gota deal with it
(Y)PT makes me sick
(P)You gota deal with it
Free style the rest

Fat boy, fat boy, why you so fat?
You weeble wouble, weeble wouble, weeble like that.
Fat boy, fat boy, don’t you know,
They sell Slim Fast at the corner store,
They sell Ex-Lax to help you drop it fast,
and Pepto Bismol tightens up that ass.

I went to the desert
Where all the terrorists run
I pulled out my machete
and I had a little fun!

Left, right, left, right, left right kill!
You mess with us and you know we will!

I went to the caves
Where all the terrorists hide
I pulled out a grenade
and I threw it inside!

Left, right, left, right, left right, kill!
You mess with us and you know we will!

Momma told told Sally not to go downtown,
Too many Crewchiefs hangin’ around.
Sally got the ass and she went anyway,
She didn’t come home till late the next day.

Three months later, all was well,
Six months later, she began to swell,
Nine months later, out it came,
It was a bald headed Crewchief swingin’ a chain.

Singin’, “I’m Hardcore”
Motivated.

Dedicated.

Combat.

Ready.

Rollin’.

Steady.

We got the right, the right to rock steady,
We got to the right to roll when we’re ready.
But when the time comes I got to be ready,
Willin and able to rock steady.

MP, MP, don’t arrest me,
arrest that leg behind the tree,
he stole the whiskey,
I stole the whine,
we did this all at a double time,
cause we’re hardcore,
lean and mean,
hard core,
fighting machines.

I Seen an old lady walkin down the street
She had a ruck on her back, jump boots on her feet.
I said hey old lady where you goin to
She said US Army Airborne school
I said hey old lady dont you think you’re too old
You better leave that jumpin to the young and the bold
She said hey young punk who you talkin to
I’m a Jumpmaster from Airborne school.
Then I seen an old lady walkin down the street
She had ropes in her hand, jump boots on her feet.
I said hey old lady where you goin to
She sais US Army Air Assault school
I said hey old lady dont you think you’re too old
You better leave that slidin to the young and the bold
She said hey young punk who you talkin to
I’m an instructor from Air Assault school
Then I seen an old lady walkin down the street
She had a tank on her back, and fins on her feet
I said hey old lady where you goin to
She said US Army scuba school
I said hey old lady dont you think you’re too old
You better leave that divin to the young and the bold
She said hey young punk who you talkin to
I’m an instructor from scuba school

You can’t bring no smoke
You gotta deal with it!

PT ain’t no joke
You gotta deal with it!

All this doubletime
You gotta deal with it!

Is messing with my mind
You gotta deal with it!

One more mile to go
You gotta deal with it!

I heard that before
You gotta deal with it!

All this doubletime
You gotta deal with it!

Is messing with my mind
You gotta deal with!

1,2,3,4
You can’t count to 5
1,2,3,4
Cause your brains are fried
On crack and dope and all that shit you smoke
Crack baby
Hit em’ on the head with a base ball bat
Oww that hurt
I’ll smack your mama and your girl freind too
say oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Who,
Who’s your daddy
Who,
Who’s your daddy

Their home is Fort Benning
The land that God forgot
The mud is 18 inches deep
The sun is blazing hot

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

So walking down the street one day
I met a total stranger
He asked me what I wanted to be
I said an Airborne Ranger

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

I’m sitting in my foxhole
Sharpinning my knife
Up jumped the enemy
I had to take his life

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

I went to wake up the Sergeant
He was lying in his bed
I went to turn him over
I found out he was dead

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

My buddies in a foxhole
With a bullet in his head
The medic said he’s wounded
But I know that he’s dead

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

I hear the choppers coming
They’re flying over head
They come to get the wounded
But all they find is dead

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

So out in the battle field covered in blood
There lies a ranger dying in the mud

Chorus:Airbooooooooorne Raaaaaaaangers Lead The Way

My buddies in a foxhole,
a bullet to his head,
the medic said hes wounded,
but i know hes dead

airborne, (shoot shoot shoot shoot to kill)
ranger er er eeer

I went to see the 1st SGT,
Hes lying in his bunk,
the medic said hes wounded,
but i know hes drunk

(chorus)
airborne, ranger (shoot shoot to kill)

(to the tune of “I hear the choppers coming”)

I’ll tell you a story

It’s true I swear

About an Airborne Ranger

Who wore ladies’ underwear

Airboooooorne

Strangeeeeeeer

They gave him a mission

They said he must not fail

He landed in the drop zone

And he stopped to do his nails

He put on silk panties

And he put on his brassier

He crept up on the commies

And he took them from the rear

U o o no
got to leave I got to go
this army life is not my style
It got me looking like Gommer Pyle

U Oh oh no
Shanna na na na hey
this army life is all messed up
it got me looking like Elmer Fud

Use to wear my faded jeans
Now I’m wearing army greens
this army life is not my style
It got me looking like Gommer Pyle

I used to date a beauty queen
Now I date my M- 16
this army life is not my style
it got me looking like gommer pyle

Above the land,

Across the sea,

We’re everywhere,

We need to be.

We’re brothers of,

A special kind,

A better band,

You’ll never find.

Band of brothers,

That’s what we are,

Fighting evil,

Near and far.

Band of brothers,

That’s what I said,

Baptized by fire,

Scarred by lead.

We’re lean and mean,

And fit to fight,

Anywhere,

Day or night.

When bullets fly,

And rockets fall,

We’ll stand our ground,

And give our all.

We’re on the move,

We’re on the march,

We’re diggin’ ditches,

And breakin’ starch.

When you hear,

Our battle cry,

You better move,

And step aside.

Band of brothers,

That’s what we said,

Mess with us,

We’ll shoot you dead.

Band of brothers,

Trained to kill,

If we don’t getcha,

Our sisters will.

He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

“Is everybody happy?”cried the Sergeant, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered “eyes,” and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock;
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop;
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome;
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind;
He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
He thought about the medics and wondered what they’ed find.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild;
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled;
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high;
His comrades were then heard to say, “A helluve way to die”;
He lay there rolling around in the welter of his gore.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute;
Intestines were a-dangling from this paratrooper’s boots;
They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

CHORUS:
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more

Count cadence, coke cadence, count cadence, count!
C!!! in a bottle!
O!!! in a can!!
K!!! wish i had one!!
E!!! in my hand!!
C – drink it
O chug it
K chuck it
E break it down
C-O-K-E, C-O-K-E, a coke, a coke, an icy cold coke

In eighteen hundred and ninety four,
in the streets of old Bigotti.
There lived a young Italian lad,
selling hot tomalies.
He said the world was round-o,
he said it could be found-o.
The hypothetical, navigatin’, son-of-a-b**ch (gun) Columbo.

The queen she gave him three tall ships,
they all were triple deckers.
The queen she waved her handkerchief,
Columbo waved his pecker (hand)
He said the the world was round-o,
he said it could be found-o.
That hypothetical, navigatin’, son-of-a-b**ch (gun) Columbo.

His first mate was a cabin boy,
a dirty little nipper.
They lined his bunk with broken glass,
and circumcised the skipper.
He said the world was round-o,
he said it could be found-o.
That hypothetical, navigatin’, son-of-a-b**ch (gun) Columbo.

One by one, we were havin’ some fun in the desert all day
and all through the night, HEY HEY
Two by two, the Al-Qaeda came through in the desert all day and through
the night, HEY HEY
Three by three, we shot at their knees in the desert all day and all
through the night, HEY HEY
Four by four, we shot em’ some more in the desert all day and all
through the night, HEY HEY
Five by five, no Al-Qaeda alive in the desert all day and all through
the night, HEY HEY
Six by six, we reloaded our clips in the desert all day and all through
the night, HEY HEY
Seven by seven, there’s a 7-11 and it’s open all day and all through
the night, HEY HEY
Eight by eight, all the killin’ was great in the desert all day and all
through the night, HEY HEY
Nine by nine, all the killin’ was fine in the desert all day and all
through the night, HEY HEY
Ten by ten, let’s do it again in the desert all day and all through the
night, HEY HEY

A yellow bird
witha yellow bill
sat up upon
my windowsill
i lured him in
with a piece of bread
and then i smashed
his yellow head

A little bird
with little feet
sat up upon
my toilet seat
i pused him in
and flused him down
and that little bird
went round and round

A bigger bird
with a bigger bill
sat up upon
my window sill
i lured him in
with a bigger bread
and then i smashed in
his bigger head
the doctor came
and the doctor said
that this big bird
sure aint dead
oh me oh my
I’m such a cluts
i smashed out the birds guts!

Come along and join our party
Come along and have some fun
We’re the soldiers of the U.S. Army
droppin rounds on everyone

Go to town and kill some commies
Throw some napalm on red square
Do it on a Sunday morning
As the people go to prayer

Come along and join our party
Come along and have some fun
We’re the soldiers of the U.S. Army
droppin rounds on everyone

Aiming mortors at the school yard
Watch the teacher ring the bell
Look at all those children crying
As their school yard burns to hell

Come along and join our party
come along and have some fun
We’re the soldiers of the U.S. Army
droppin rounds on everyone

Throw some candy to those children
Watch them as they gather round
Lock and load on your M16
Mow those little suckers down

Come along and join our party
Come along and have some fun
We’re the soldiers of the U.S. Army
droppin rounds on everyone

Every where we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so, we tell them,
we ain’t the Army,
the backpacking Army,
we are the Navy the mighty, mighty Navy.

Every where we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so we tell them,
we ain’t the Marines,
they don’t even look mean,
we are the Navy,
the mighty, mighty Navy.

Every where we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so we tell them,
we ain’t the Air Force,
the low flyin’ Air Force,
we are the Navy,
the mighty, mighty Navy.

Everywhere we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so we tell them,
we ain’t the Coast Guard,
a boat full of retards,
we are the Navy,
the mighty, mighty Navy.

Every where we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so we tell them,
we ain’t the Marines,
they don’t even look mean,
we are the Army,
the back-packin’ Army.

Every where we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so we tell them,
we ain’t the Air Force,
the low flyin’ Air Force,
we are the Army,
the dedicated Army.

Everywhere we go,
people wanna’ know,
who we are,
and where the hell we come from,
so we tell them,
we ain’t the Coast Guard,
a boat full of retards,
we are the Army,
the rock strong Army.