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Air-Bo-o-o-o-o-orne
Ran-ger-r-r-r-r-r
I'm sitting in my foxhole,
Sharpening my knife.
Up jumps the emeny!
I had to take his life.
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My buddy's in a foxhole,
A bullet in his head.
The medic says he's wounded!
But I know that he's dead.
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I hear the choppers hoverin'.
They're hoverin' overhead.
They come to get the wounded!
They come to get the dead.
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I ran to wake the sergeant,
Lyin' in his bed.
But when I rolled him over,
I saw he had no head.
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I ran to wake the Captain,
Sleepin' in his bed.
But when I rolled him over,
He punched me in the head.
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The Rangers are moving,
They're movin' through the night.
And if you see one,
Get ready for a fight.
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Who's that man in the Green Beret?
Special duty, special pay.
That is what I like to see:
Special Forces Infantry!
Who's that man in the Red Beret?
Jumpin, jumpin all day long.
That is what I like to see:
Airborne Ranger Infantry!
Who's that man with the Round Brown on?
Trainin, drillin, all day long.
That is what I like to see:
Drill Sergeant is trainin' me!
Who's that man in the Pink Beret?
Stay away for he is gay.
That is what I hate to see:
San Francisco rear-entry!
Burn the town and kill the people!
Throw some candy on the ground.
Do it on a Monday morning,
Watch the kiddies gather 'round.
Slap a belt into my SAW!
Watch me mow those kiddies down!
With that rifle in my hand,
I'm gonna be a shootin' man.
That's what I am.
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With that bayonet in my hand,
I'm gonna be a stabbin' man.
A shootin' man.
That's what I am.
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With that claymore in my hand,
I'm gonna be a minin' man.
A stabbin' man.
A shootin' man.
That's what I am.
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With that whiskey in my hand,
I'm gonna be a drinkin' man.
A minin' man.
A stabbin' man.
A shootin' man.
That's what I am.
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But don't you cry him no tears-
He don't need your sympathy.
He's an Airborne Ranger,
He fights for you and me!
Somewhere there's a mother,
She's crying in her hands.
Son's an Airborne Ranger,
Fighting in a foreign land.
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Somewhere there's a father,
As proud as he can be.
Son's an Airborne Ranger,
Bein' all that he can be.
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Somewhere there's a daughter,
She's crying for her dad.
Dad's an Airborne Ranger,
Fightin' hard and ravin' mad.
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In the mail came a letter,
And this is what it said:
I regret to inform you
That your Airborne Ranger's dead.
But don't you cry him no tears-
He don't need your sympathy.
He's an Airborne Ranger,
He died for you and me!
Let 'em sail, let 'em sail!
Let the Navy sail.
From the East to the West,
U.S. Army, you're the best.
Let 'em fly, let 'em fly!
Let the Air Force fly.
From the East to the West,
U.S. Army, you're the best.
No more Drill Sergeants- No more Drill Sergeants- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.
Trade my ruck sack for a six pack- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.
No more PT now, no more PT now- Hey, hey hey, we're goin' ho-o-ome.
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Army life is not my style,
Got me lookin' like Gomer Pile.
My recruiter came to me,
Say what you wanna be!
I told him mean and lean and green,
Airborne Ranger life for me.
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I used to drive a Caddilac,
with all my homies in the back.
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I used to wear my faded jeans,
Now I wear these Army greens.
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Set me in a barber's chair,
Spun me 'round I had no hair.
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Caller: Am I right or wrong?
Troops: You're right!
Caller: Are we weak or strong?
Troops: We're strong!
Caller: Sound off!
Troops: One two
Caller: Sound off!
Troops: Three four
Caller: Bring it on down now.
Troops: One, two, three, four, one, two... Three four!
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Oh Lord, I wanna go,
But they won't let me go.
AWOL I wanna go,
Woah-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o hey!
I hear that in the Army, the chow is mighty fine.
A chicken jumped off my plate, and killed a friend of mine.
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I hear that in the Army, the pay is mighty fine.
They give a hundred dollars, and take back nintey-nine.
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I hear that in the Army, the beds are mighty fine.
But how the hell should I know, I never slept in mine.
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he uh-huh.
He called for his pipe, he called for his bowl, he called for his Corporals three uh-huh.
I wanna three day pass said the Corporals!
Beer, beer, beer said the Privates!
Merry men are we!
Many are fair, but they can't compare to ______.
... and so on until:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he uh-huh.
He called for his pipe, he called for his bowl, he called for his Generals three uh-huh.
Who's gonna drive my jeep said the Generals!
I've gotta get my star said the Colonels!
Everything is mine said the Captains!
Who's gonna read my map said the L-T!
File from the right colum right said the Sergeants!
I wanna three day pass said the Corporals!
Beer, beer, beer said the Privates!
Merry men are we!
Many are fair, but they can't compare to ______.
One-oh-one
Patch on my shoulder!
Grab your rifle, follow me,
Air Assault Infantry!
I'm a dump truck baby!
And I'm dumpin' down the line.
So you better get outta my way now,
Before I dump all over you!
With a little, a little, a little rock and roll,
And a lotta, a lotta, a lotta heart and soul.
So you better get outta my way now,
Before I dump all over you!
I'm a Drill Sergeant baby!
And I'm drillin' down the line.
So you better get outta my way now,
Before I drill all over you!
With a little, a little, a little rock and roll,
And a lotta, a lotta, a lotta heart and soul.
So you better get outta my way now,
Before I drill all over you!
Around the block, she pushed a baby carriage.
She pushed it in the springtime, in the merry month of May.
And if you asked her why the hell she pushed it,
She pushed it for that young soldier so far, far away.
Far away!
Far away.
She pushed it for that young soldier so far, far away.
