I.

The leathernecks, the leathernecks, with dirt behind their ears,
Can lick their weight in wildcats and drink their weight in beers!
Oh, the infantry, the cavalry, the goddamned engineers,
They couldn't lick a leatherneck in a hundred thousand years!

As we go maaaaarching,
And the band begins to plaaaay,
You can hear the people shouting,
"The raggedy-assed Marines are on parade!"

II.

Bonjour, mademoiselle, comment allez vous?
Bonjour, mademoiselle, je vous aime bookoo!
Avez-vous fiance? Cela ne fait rien!
Voulez-vous couchez 'vec moi?
Oui! Combien?

III.

Come all you soldiers if you want to hear
I'll tell you the story of a brave grenadier;
Casey Jones was the grenadier's name:
With a 32 Mills grenade he won his fame.
The sergeant called Casey at half-past four.
He said good-bye to his buddy at the dugout door.
He mounted to the parapet, grenades in his hand,
And he tried to bomb his way out into No Man's Land.

Casey Jones! Mounted to the parapet!
Casey Jones! Grenades in his hand!
Casey Jones! Tried to stop a whizzbang!
Now he's pushin' daisies out in No Man's Land!

IV.
                FUNERAL MARCH

Ten thousand dollars for the folks back home.
Ten thousand dollars for the folks back home.
Ten thousand dollars for the home folks.
Ten thousand dollars for the fam'ly.


V.

Home, boys, home! It's home we oughta be!
Home, boys, home! In the land of libertee!
We'll hoist Old Glory to the top of the pole,
And we'll all re-enlist!
In a pig's a-- h--- !

VI.

Away, away with sword and drum!
Here we come, full of rum!
Looking for women to pat on the bum,
In the Armored Cruiser Squadron!