Moti moti got a lot of motivation Dedi dedi got a lot of dedication Up from the sub 60 feet below When I hit the surface I’m ready to go Sidestroke backstroke swimming to the shore When I hit the beach I’m ready for war K-bar grease gun by my side These are the tools that make men die C-130 rolling down the strip NU ROTC going to take a little trip Stand up buckle up shuffle to the door Jumped right out and shout Marine Corps If my chute don’t open wide I got another by my side If that one don’t open too Look out Satan I’m coming after you Delayed cadence marine cadence count off (you) One (them) Grab your M-16 Two (them) Throw in a magazine Three (them) Go out with a sniper team Four (them) Let off a little steam Mama told Johnny not to go down town Marine Corps recruiter was a hanging around Johnny didn’t listen he went anyway See what recruiter had to say Recruiter asked Johnny what he wanted to be Johnny said Marine Corps infantry Johnny said good bye to his girlfriend Carrie Said when he got back they would get married Johnny said goodbye to his dad and mom Two weeks later he was in Vietnam Johnny jumped on a hand grenade Saved the lives of the friends he made Johnny died so men could be free Try telling that to poor Carrie Carrie goes to DC every fall Sees Johnny's name up on the wall It doesn’t matter rain or shine Sees Johnny's name she begins to cry Hey, hey Captain Jack Meet me down by the railroad track With that rifle in my hand I want to be a shooting man For Uncle Sam For Uncle Sam Hey, hey Captain Jack Meet me down by the railroad track With that k-bar in my hand I want to be a cutting man For Uncle Sam For Uncle Sam Hey, hey Captain Jack Meet me down by the railroad track With that guitar in my hand I want to be a music man For Uncle Sam For Uncle Sam Hey, hey Captain Jack Meet me down by the railroad track With that woman in my hand I want to be a loving man For Uncle Sam For Uncle Sam Everywhere we go, People wanna know, Who we are, So we tell them, We're not the Army, The backpackin' Army, We're not the Air Force, The lazy lazy Chair Force, We're not the Coast Guard, The Puddle Pirate Coast Guard, We're not the Marine Corps, The hard chargin' Marine Corps, We are the Navy, The world's finest Navy. Mama and Papa were lying in bed, Mama rolled over, this is what she said, Gimme some, PT, Good for you, Good for me, Oh yeah, Feels good, Like it should. Mama and Papa were lying in bed, Papa rolled over, this is what he said, I wanna be a Drill Instructor, I wanna shave off all of my hair. I wanna be a Drill Instructor, I wanna earn that Smokey Bear. C-130 rollin' down the strip, Recon daddy gonna take a little trip, Stand up, buckle up, shuffle to the door, Jump right out and shout MARINE CORPS. If my shoot don't open wide, I got another by my side, If that shoot don't open round, I'll be the 1st one to hit the ground. And if I die in a combat zone, Box me up and ship me home. Pin my medals upon my chest. Tell my mamma, I done my best. And when I get to heaven now. St. Peter's gonna say. "How'd you earn your livin' boy? How'd you earn your pay?" I reply with a whole lotta anger, "Blood, guts, and a little bit of danger." And when I get to hell now, The devil's gonna say, "How'd you earn your livin' boy? How'd you earn your pay?" I reply with a boot to his face, "I made my livin laying souls to waste." My grandmother turned 71, She did her PT just for fun. My grandmother turned 72, She did her PT better than you. My grandmother turned 73, She did her PT better than me. My grandmother turned 74, She did her PT more and more. My grandmother turned 75, She did her PT just to stay alive. My grandmother turned 76, She did her PT just for kicks. My grandmother turned 77. And she died and went to heaven. She met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. She said, "St. Peter St. Peter, hope I'm not late." St Peter replied with a big old grin, "Get down old lady and give me ten." Everywhere we go, You know we gotta run. Everywhere we go, You know we gotta run. We run. We run. You know we gotta run. Lookin good. Feelin good. Like we should. We oughta be. In Hollywood. Almost home. Almost home. We started. Together. We're gonna finish. Together. What's that runnin' down your back? (They reply) Juice, Juice. Hey what's that runnin' down your back? (They reply) Juice, Juice. What's the sound of a Devil Dog? (They reply) raow! raow! (like a dog bark) Hey what's that sound of a Devil Dog? (They reply) raow! raow!