33 thoughts on “Marine Cadence”

  1. Sad to say,only one comes to mind. “I don’t know but I’ve been told, Eskimo wussy is mighty cold”. Harry

  2. Mama mama can’t you see- what the Corp has done for me- made me tough – they made me mean- make me into a killing Marine…

  3. Ain’t no use in looking down….
    There ain’t no six pack on the ground…..

    Ain’t no use in looking baaaack……
    Jody’s took your cadillac………

    I don’t know but I believe……
    I’ll be home by christmas eve….

    I got a girl name CindyLou…..
    CindyLou, loves to PT too…….

    PLT. 3000 Paris Island Nov. 1970….Wertz, Chipman, Butler….
    And I must be nuts to remember this. Yikes!!

  4. We called those rhymes “Jodies.” BUT the cadence from Ssgt Parshell was a sing-song cadence. When I watch Full Metal Jacket I have flash backs (in a good way). I call people and “make” them watch. Of course, they never quite get it. The best way I can describe it is “hidel lef right left hidel lef”. I can’t believe it, but almost 50 years later, it still makes me smile.

    1. I grew up in Texas with my grandfather, a retired Army MSGT. He joined the Marines in 1909, then switched to the Army Cavalry in 1913. He chased Pancho Villa with Pershing (1916-170, then went to France for WWI. After the Great War, he got smart and switched to the Air Corps and retired in 1939.

      In the early ’50s, he’d take me to Kelly Field (San Antonio) to watch the black troops drill. That was beautiful to see and hear! Those men marched with rhythm, style and class! No white troops could make close order drill look like choreography; rifles slapped in unison (CRACK!) when performing the ‘Marching Manual of Arms’ or 60 boots on the deck with one loud ‘Pop!’ And the Drill Sergeant sang the Jody calls, with a magnificent baritone that carried across the parade field. I have never seen or heard anything like it since, not even our beloved Silent Drill Team.

  5. Here’s a few learned at the side of a grizzled old Gunny:

    The sergeant,
    The sergeant
    The bastard of them all
    He wakes you up in the morning
    Before the bugle call
    Squad Left
    Squad Right
    About face on the line
    Then the dirty son of a b***h
    Gives ya double-time!
    Oh, Hidey-Tidey
    Christ all Mighty
    Who in the Hell are we?
    Zim-Zam,
    God d**n!
    The Fightin’ 12th Marines!

    Quarter in the drink machine
    Honey-Honey
    Quarter in the drink machine
    Babe-Babe
    Down the hatch and never stop
    Gonna drink until I drop
    Honey, oh baby, mine

    Look around,
    Look around
    For I’m headin’ for the Happy Huntin’ Ground
    Eleven women to each guy
    What a lovely way to die
    Honey, oh baby, mine

    Lift your eyes
    and lift ’em high
    11th Marines are passin’ by!
    Sound off!
    One – two
    Sound off!
    Three – four
    Cadence Count !
    One – Two
    Three – Four!
    Lean back
    Six the front
    Three to the rear
    Lean back and strut!
    Hey-hey-hey
    Your left,
    Your right,
    Your left

    Get it together, girls
    You march like old people make love:
    Slow and uncertain!
    I wanna hear just one boot hittin’ the ground!
    Yo Left!
    Yo Right!
    Your mother was there when you Left
    You’re Right!
    Your daddy was there when you Left
    You’re Right!
    Jody was there when you Left
    You’re Right
    Mamma’s in the kitchen
    Papa’s in the Jail
    Your sister’s on the corner
    Yelling “short time for sale”
    Singing ‘Hey bob-a-ree-bop’
    Hey-hey -bob-a-ree-bop
    Does your Daddy KNOW?
    Hey!

    Quit bobbin’ in the ranks!
    You people make Hogan’s Goat look like a precision instrument!

    [to tune of ‘Cassions Go Rolling Along’]
    Give a cheer for the boys who drink the beer
    In the cellar of old Alpha Battery
    For it’s Hi-Hi-Hee
    In the Field Artillery
    Shout out your orders loud and strong
    MORE BEER!
    We’ll be sprawled out on the floor
    When the (M)P’s kick down the door
    And those beer kegs go rolling along

  6. I went to boot camp in San Diego Feb.1964. Navy boot camp was on the other side of the fence. When we ran the perimeter, we would sing” hold your nose and lift your head, we are running past the dead”. Semper Fi.

  7. Here’s a story of 5 wise men, as wise as can be.
    they created the creation we call p*$$y.
    1st came butcher sharp with wit and with his butcher knife he gave it a slit
    Then came a carpenter short and stout… with red velvet he lined it throughout
    Then came a fishermen smelly as hell, he threw in a carp and it gave it the smell
    Then came preacher wise as can be, he blessed it, he touched it , he said it could pee
    Then came a hard charging motivated grunt…he f***ed it…he sucked it….he called it c**t..

  8. Hey there Air Force,
    Get in your planes and carry me
    We are Marine Corps Infantry
    Best you know on Land and Sea.
    Hey there Navy,
    Get in your boats and transport me,
    We are Marine Corps Infantry
    Best you know on Land and Sea.
    Hey there Army,
    Climb in your tanks and follow me,
    We are Marine Corps Infantry
    Best you know on Land and Sea.
    Hey there civilians,
    Get off your butts and follow me
    We are Marine Corps Infantry
    Best you know on Land and Sea!

    MCRD San Diego, 1974

  9. Birdie Birdie In The Sky
    Drop A little White Wash In My Eye
    I’m No Swabby I Won’t Cry
    Gee I’m Glad That Cows Don’t Fly
    Platoon 342….Parris Island….June…1965

  10. Little bird with a yellow bill,
    landed on my window sill.
    First I fed him crumbs of bread,
    then I crushed his fuckin head.

    MCRD SD 1969

    1. That one’s changed a little, I learned it in ’07 on PI and it went:
      Little yellow birdie with a little yellow bill,
      Landed on my windowsill.
      I lured him in with a piece of bread,
      Then I bit off his mother f***ing head!
      Little brown puppy with the big brown eyes,
      Wandered in from outside.
      I lured him close with a piece of meat,
      Then I ran a nail through his feet!
      Stupid puppy!
      Should have known:
      Blood makes
      The grass grow!

  11. Mama,mama have you heard
    LBJ has passed the word
    Gonna go to Vietnam to fight and kill those Vietnam Cong
    Now if I die in a combat zone
    Box me up and ship me home
    Fold my arms across my chest and tell all the women that I done my best.
    PI 1966

    1. Mama,mama have you heard
      LBJ has passed the word
      Gonna go to Vietnam to fight and kill those Vietnam Cong
      Now if I die in a combat zone
      Box me up and ship me home
      Fold my arms across my chest and tell all the women that I done my best.
      Jim Williams
      PI 1966
      Platoon 1004

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