Subject: RE: Cadence or Marching Songs
From:
GUEST
Date: 27 Jun 07 - 12:11 PM
i am sorry if i didn't seem very sporting, i did not mean it in a selfish way. i haven't been on here for a while so at your request here are some songs :)
Lady in red - is repeated after every line
There's a lady in red
she makes her living on the bed
There's a lady in red
she makes her living on the bed
(chorus)
singing nar nar nar nar
wooo whooo
do do do do do do do do
Theres a lady in green
she a rampant sex machine
Theres a lady in green
she a rampant sex machine
(chorus)
black- see like to take it from the back
white- earns her living through the night
blue- she is making eyes at you
yellow - shes a funny looking fellow
grey- she likes to do it in the hay
there is some others but they get ruder and ruder
The prettiest girl (again this is the lead and is to be repeated after each line and then the whole verse is repeated)
the prettiest girl,
i ever saw
was sipping vodka,
through a straw
the prettiest girl,
i ever saw
was sipping vodka,
through a straw
(Chorus)
we are the team,
who feel no pain,
but thats because,
we have no brains,
(or/and)
oh here we go,
we're at it again,
we're moving out,
we're moving in,
i walked right up,
and sat right down,
and ordered up,
another round,
(Chorus)
i put my hand,
upon her toe,
she said young man,
your rather low,
(Chorus)
i put my hand,
upon her knee,
she said young man,
your teasing me,
(Chorus)
i put my hand,
upon her thigh,
she said young man,
you're far too high,
(Chorus)
i picked her up,
and laid her down,
her long blonde hair,
fell all around,
(Chorus)
i put my hand,
inside her vest,
she said young man,
you surely jest,
(Chorus)
i put my hand,
upon her crutch,
she said young man,
you're far too much,
(Chorus)
i pushed it in,
i pulled it out,
it was so good,
it made her shout,
(Chorus)
the wedding was,
a formal one,
her father hand,
a white shotgun,
(Chorus)
and now i have,
a mother-in-law,
and fourteen kids,
who call me pa,
(Chorus)
the moral of,
this story is clear,
instead of vodka,
stick to beer.
'what a way to die' (flying fortress or blood upon the risers) one version goes something like this:
they flew the flying fortress up to forty thousand feet
they flew the flying fortress up to forty thousand feet
they flew the flying fortress up to forty thousand feet
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
glory glory what a hell of a way to die
with a bayonet up your arse hole and a bullet in your eye
glory glory what a hell of a way to die
and he ent going to jump no more
he was a rooky trooper and he surly shook with fright
as he checked on his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
he had to sit and listen to those powerful engines roar
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
'is everybody happy'? cried the sergaent looking up
our hero feebly answered yes and then they shood him up
he leaped right out into the blast his static line unhooked
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
he counted loud, he counted long, he waited for the shock
he felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop
he jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs
and he ent going o jump no more
(chorus)
the riser wrapped around his neck , connectors cracked his dome
suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones
the canopy became a shroud, he hurtled to the ground
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
the days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind
he thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind
he thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd find
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
the ambulance was on the shot, the GI's running wild
the medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled up their sleeves and smiled
for it had been at least a week since last a chute had failed
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
he hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spirting high
his comrades all were heard to say; ' what a helluva way to die'
he lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
the was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute
intestines were a danding from the paratroopers' boots
they poured him from his helmet and the scraped him from his chute
and he ent going to jump no more
(chorus)
i hope these are ones you dont have already
Suz
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