Now, I will offer this one up. It is a real marching cadence; with no apologies for the language (we were young then).

Hi-dee di-dee, Christ almighty,
Who the hell are we?
Whim wham, God damn,
We're the ROTC.

We're Lieutenant Casey's raiders,
We're the rapers of the night
We're rooky, horny bastards
Who would rather fuck than fight.