| The Boys of Company C |
| Momma and Papa were layin' in bed, Momma rolled over, and this is what she said. She said "gimme some", Gimme some, PT, PT, It's good for you, And good for me, Mmm-good. Up in the morning to the rising sun, Gonna run all day, 'till the runnin's done. Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bi***, Got the blue-balls grabbed, and the 7-year itch. I love workin' for Uncle Sam, He let's me know just who I am. 1-2-3-4, United States Marine Corps, 1-2-3-4, I love the Marine Corps. My Corps, Your Corps, Our Corps, Marine Corps! I don't know but I've been told, Eskimo pussey is mighty cold. Mm-good, Feels good, Is good, Real good, Tasts good, Mighty good, Good for you, Good for me, I don't want no teenage queen, I just want my M14. If I die in a combat zone, Box me up, and ship me home. Pin my medals upon my chest, And tell my momma I'd done my best. |