The 15 Most Iconic Marine Corps Cadences

Marine Corps Cadences

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If there is one thing that gets stuck in your head while in the Marine Corps, it’s cadence. Marines love cadences. Especially really messed up ones that make you question your morals. Ahhh the life of a Marine…

I’ve compiled a list of the 15 Most Iconic Marine Corps Cadences I Can Remember. Add your favorite cadences in the comments section.

C130

C130 rollin down the strip.
64 marines on a killin trip.
Mission classified destination unknown,
don’t even know if we’re comin home
Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door,
Jump right out and shout MARINE CORPS.
Jumpmaster picked me up with ease,
and kicked my ass into the breeze.
If my chute don’t open wide.
I have a reserve by my side.
If that one should fail me too.
Look out hell i’m comin through.
Kick ol’ satan in the chest.
And put his ass in the leanin rest.

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Little Yellow Birdie

little yellow birdie with a little yellow bill,
landed on my window sill.
lured him in with a piece of bread.
then i smashed his little f****g head.

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Why I Want To Be A Marine

Everywhere I go people ask me,
why when I grow I want to be a Marine.
I turn my head sharply and look them in the eye,
have you heard of the Marines who fought and died.
Somewhere in the jungle covered in blood,
a U.S.Marine is dyin’ in the mud.
He fought to keep this country free,
but like everything else freedom isn’t free.

 

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If I Die

If I die, in a combat zone,
box me up, and ship me home.
Pin my medals, up on my chest,
tell the world, i did my best.
Singing lo right a leyo, right on right on,
singing lo right a leyo, help me sing this song.

Place my kbar, in my hand,
so I can fight my way, to the promised land.
Singing lo right a leyo, right on right on,
singing lo right a leyo, help me sing this song.

Tell my baby, not to cry,
she’ll be getting, my SGLI.
Singing lo right a leyo, right on right on,
singing lo right a leyo, help me sing this song.

Bury my body, 6 feet down,
t’ill you hear it, hit the ground,
bet you 5 dollars, to this very day,
when pass my grave, your gonna hear me sing
lo right lo right leyo, lefty righty lo right a leyo.


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Wheezin

(Rank and Name) come on out,
we want to hear you wheeze and pass out…
New cadence caller starts with…
Wheeze and pass out Whats that all about
I run for days Many different ways
I run in the snow Let that wind blow
If it starts to rain I dig for more pain
You can’t stop me I’m not the Army
I won’t get lazy I’m not the Navy
Why you puffin on air this ain’t the Air Force
We always ask for more Cause we’re MARINE CORPS!

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Momma

Momma Momma cant you see,
What the Corps has done to me?
Put me in a barbers Chair,
snip, snap and i had no hair.
Put a Ka-Bar in my hand,
Taught me how to kill a man.
Put me in a combat zone,
Made me think a lot about home.
I thought about my mom one night,
Then a loud bang and I saw a light.
Then Saint Peter said to me,
your new place of duty is to guard me.
So if I die in a combat zone,
Box me up and ship me home.
Pin my medals upon my chest,
Tell my momma I did my best.
Make sure they bury me deep,
And lay crossed rifles at my feet.
Tell susie not to cry,
Cause the Marine Corps way is to do or die.

 

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Mutilation

Mutilation Mutilation Crush Crush Kill.
If my M-16 don’t get ya then my ka-bar will.
Mutilation Mutilation Crush Crush Kill.

If my ka-bar doesn’t get ya then my e-tool will.
Mutilation Mutilation Crush Crush Kill.
If my e-tool doesn’t get ya then my kevlar will.
Mutilation Mutilation Crush Crush Kill.
If my Kevlar doesn’t get ya then my right hook will.
Mutilation Mutilation Crush Crush Kill.
Left hand made of iron, right hand made of steel.
If the first one don’t get ya then the other one will.

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Jody

On a plane to Iraq
ain’t no sense in looking back.
Susie won’t be alone for long
cause Jody wants to drop her thong
we run the risk of getting shot
while Susie screws the whole damn block.
this is her plan it will not fail
because your “”dear john”” letter is in the mail.
this is true i will not lie
its another reason for Jodie to die.”

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Running Through The Jungle

Running through the jungle with my M-16,
I’m a mean mutherfucker, I’m a US Marine.
If you see me coming, you better stand aside.
Many men didn’t, many men died.

I see an Iraq sitting in a tree.
I see an Iraqi, but he don’t see me.

Site alignment, site picture right between the eyes.
Slow steady squeeze and another Iraqi dies.

Napalm Sticks to Kids

Napalm sticks to kids,
French fried eyeballs and baby ribs.
Napalm sticks to kids like glue,
It sticks to me and it sticks to you.
Drop some Napalm from the sky,
And watch those kiddies DIE DIE DIE!

 

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Piss Pot

I went outside to see my old lady,
nobody home but the cat and the baby,
the cat was drunk but the baby was sober,
the cat blew a fart and knocked the baby over!

I went upstairs to light a candle,
Tripped over the pisspot and broke the handle,
and I couldnt swim! and I couldnt float!
and all that piss went down [insert name’s] throat!

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Hey Captain Jack

Hey, Hey Captain Jack
Meet me down
by the railroad track
With a Bottle in your hand
I’m gonna be a drinking man
A drinking man

Hey, Hey Captain Jack
Meet me down
by the railroad track
With a K-bar in your hand
I’m gonna be a stabbing man

A stabbing man
A drinking man

Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
with a bible in your hand
I’m gonna be a preaching man

A preaching man
A stabbing man
A drinking man

Hey, hey captain Jack
Meet me down by the rail road track
with a lady in your hand
I’m gonna be a loving man

A loving man
A preaching man
A stabbing man
A drinking man

Hey, hey captain Jack
Meet me down by the rail road track
with a rifle in my hand
I’m gonna be a shoot n’ man

A shoot n’ man
A loving man
A preaching man
A stabbing man
A drinking man

Hey, hey captain Jack
Meet me down by the rail road track
with an e-tool in my hand
I’m gonna be A killing man

A killing man
A shoot n’ man
A loving man
A preaching man
A stabbing man
A drinking man

 

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We Are Those Devil Dogs

Everywhere we go,
people want to know…
Who we are,
so we tell em…

We are those Devil Dogs you’ve heard so much about.
People lock their children up whenever we come out!
People say we’re crazy ’cause the crazy things we do!
I’m a Hard Core leather neck, now who the hell are you?

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Diddley Bop Bop

Hey hey diddley bop bop
I wish I was back on the block block
With a 40 in my hand
I’m gonna be a drinkin man
Hey hey Diddley bop bop
I wish I was back on the block block
With a fat one in my hand
I’m gonna be a smokin man.
Singin left right leeeft
Left right lefty right left right leeeft
Cover in alignment
(Aye, Sir, oorah marine Corps [clap clap] Kill!)

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Baby Marine

Here’s a little story I like to tell
If you’ve heard it before that’s just as well.
I was talkin to my papa on his death bed.
With a smile on his face this is what he said.
Now the day I came out of my mothers womb
I found myself in the delivery room
All bloody and wet I repelled to the floor
Cut the cord and crawled through the door.
I knew then I was a baby marine
The baddest darn baby you had ever seen.
I had camouflage diapers and black baby shoes.
A butter knife sword and baby dress blues.
I wore three safety pins on my shoulder for rank.
I had a humvee stroller and a tricycle tank.
I showered up and dressed I marched through the ward.
Saluting all the nurses with my butterknife sword.
I heard some wimps just cryin like heck.
I rushed right in and yelled “”Attention on deck!!!””
When they said aye aye sir I had it made.
The first commandant of the baby brigade.
Papa laid back and then he died.
I bowed my head but I didn’t cry.
Now this little story I like to tell ‘Cause papa’s in command of MARINES IN HELL!


6 Comments
  1. Reply
    Robert Haller October 17, 2015 at 3:23 AM

    I still remember this from the 70’s. Hope no gets offended but if so, tough.

    Title: Canal Street

    Walking down Canal Street
    Knocking on every door
    Dirty Rotten son of a bitch
    I couldn’t find a whore

    When I finally found one,
    she was tall and thin.
    Dirty rotten son of a bitch,
    I couldn’t get it in.

    When I finally got it in,
    I worked it all about.
    dirty rotten son of a bitch
    I couldn’t get it out.

    When I finally got it out,
    it was red and sore,
    dirty rotten son of a bitch,
    I’ll never fuck a whore.

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    chris November 29, 2015 at 7:03 PM

    I remember one called “Taboo” about 3 German officers in WW2 …..anyone else remember it?

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    anarchyst December 29, 2015 at 3:14 AM

    In 1969, we used the Country Joe and the Fish tune “Fixin’ to Die” rag…
    Come on all you big strong men,
    Uncle Sam needs your help again,

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    don January 1, 2016 at 7:28 PM

    Navy, Navy, Don’t be blue
    Army and Air Force are fucked up too.

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    roberto hernandez jr January 10, 2016 at 9:55 PM

    Tarzan and jane swinging on a vine
    sippin on a bottle of strawberry wine……

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    Robert July 16, 2016 at 3:45 AM

    My girl is a vegetable she lives in a hospital but I’d do anything to keep her alive hay to keep her alive she’s got big ole hips looks just like a battleship but I’d do anything to keep her alive hay to keep her alive. My girl has no arms and legs all she has is hooks and pegs but I’d do anything to keep her alive hay to keep her alive one day I’ll play a joke pull the plug and watch her choke

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