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A yellow bird With a yellow bill Was sittin on my window sill A YELLOW bird with a YELLOW bill was si-----tt-----ing oooooon my window sill I lured him in with a piece of bread and then I smashed his ^@#&en head the moral of the story is to get some head you need some bread |
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They say that in Army the pay is mighty fine
They give you a hundred dollars and take back ninety nine Chorus: Oh lord I wanna go but they won't let me gooooo ooohhhhhheeeeoowwwwooooowwwewwwoohhheeeeeyyoooowww eeee ohw They say that in the Army the chow is mighty fine The chicken jumped of the table and stabbed a friend of mine Chorus: They say that in the Army the women are mighty fine They look like John Kerry and walk like Frankenstein Chorus: They say that in the Army the coffee is mighty fine It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine |
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really old school
Heres an old school 82nd Airbourne running cadence.
God D^@# uncle sam who the hell are we. Were just a bunch of eighty-two's tryin' to earn our wings. Sarge says we dont need grass we wont fall on our A%@. Were just a bunch of eighty-two's tryin' to earn our wings. |
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Marine Running Cadence
IN the middle of the night
in the drizzilin rain. I pack my chute and i head for the plane. A mission top secret destination unknown. We dont know if were comin home. I Stand up hook up shuffle to the door I jump right out and shout MARINE CORPS! If my chute dont open wide. I gotta nother one a by my side. If that one dont open round. I'll be the first one on the ground. ORAAH! a blood and guts, ORAAH!, thats for me, a blood and guts, everywhere. ORAAAH! ORAAAH! Tell my mamma not to cry. In the Marine corps you a do or die. Pin my Wings apon my chest. And tell my girl ive done my Best. Place a K-Bar in my hands. And i'll fight my way to the promise land. ORAAH! a blood and guts, everywhere, thats us. Thats us. U.S. Marines! ORAAAH! ORAAAH! Left Right, Right shalefty Right alaya! A low Right Layo! A Lefty Right Laya! A Low Righty layo, your lefty righty low. |
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dirty one
Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my feet are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the mud Pickup your dingle dangle, give it to your bud Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my ankles are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the dirt Pickup your dingle dangle, put it in your shirt Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my legs are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle on the ground Pickup your dingle dangle, toss it all around Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my knees are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the track Pickup your dingle dangle, put it in your pack |
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I've never sponsered this one
Superman Me and Superman got in a fight I hit him in the head with some Kryptonite I hit him so hard I busted his brain And now I'm dating Lois Lane Well, me and Batman, we had one too I hit him in the head with my left shoe Right in the temple with my left heel And now I'm driving the Batmobile |
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