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your dog tags and, give them to your bud Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my ankles are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the dirt Pickup your dingle dangle, put it in your shirt Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my legs are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle on the ground Pickup your dingle dangle, toss it all around Rollin' rollin' rollin' Oh my knees are swollen Don't let your dingle dangle dangle in the track Pickup your dingle dangle, put it in your pack Up in the morning before day I don't like it-no way I eat my breakfast to damn soon Hungry as hell by noon I went to the mess daddy on my knees. Mess SGT mess SGT feed me please. Mess SGT said with a big old grin. If you wanna be an MP You've got to be thin one mile no sweat two miles better yet three miles i can make it four miles you can make it huah! a-ha huah! a-ha hardcore lean and mean

She said US Army Airborne school I said hey old lady dont you think you're too old You better leave that jumpin to the young and the bold She said hey young punk who you talkin to I'm a Jumpmaster from Airborne school. Then I seen an old lady walkin down the street She had ropes in her hand, jump boots on her feet. I said hey old lady where you goin to She sais US Army Air Assault school I said hey old lady dont you think you're too old You better leave that slidin to the young and the bold She said hey young punk who you talkin to I'm an instructor from Air Assault school Then I seen an old lady walkin down the street She had a tank on her back, and fins on her feet I said hey old lady where you goin to She said US Army scuba school I said hey old lady dont you think you're too old You better leave that divin to the young and the bold She said hey young punk who you talkin to I'm an instructor from scuba school I went to the desert Where all the terrorists run I pulled out my machete and I had a little fun! Left, right, left, right, left right kill! You mess with us and you know we will! I went to the caves Where all the terrorists hide I pulled out a grenade and I threw it inside! Left, right, left, right, left right, kill! You mess with us and you know we will!

I Seen an old lady walkin down the street She had a ruck on her back, jump boots on her feet. I said hey old lady where you goin to

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A - IS FOR AIRBORNE I - IS FOR IN THE SKY R - IS FOR ROUGH TOUGH B - IS FOR BORN TO JUMP O - IS FOR ON THE GO R - IS FOR RANGER N - IS FOR NEVER QUIT E - IS FOR EVERY DAY When my granny was 91 She did PT just for fun When my granny was 92 She did PT better than you When my granny was 93 She did PT better than me When my granny was 94 She did PT more and more When my granny was 95 She did PT to stay alive When my granny was 96 She kept on doing flutter-kicks When my granny was 97 She up and died and went to heaven She met St. Peter at the pearly gates Said, "St. Peter, St. Peter, hope I'm not late St. Peter said with a big ol' grin "Get down granny, and knock out ten" She replied with a big ol' smile "Sorry, St. Peter, I'm on profile!"

Left left lefty righto leo Left left keep it in step When I go to heaven Saint Peter he will say How'd you earn your living How'd you earn your pay I replied whole lot of anger earn my living as an airborne ranger When I go to hell Satans gonna say How u earn your living boy Howd you earn your pay I reply with a boot to his chest Earn my living putting souls to rest C-130 Rolling down the strip. Airborne Ranger on a one-way trip. Mission unspoken, destination unknown. They don't even know if they'll ever come home. Stand up hook up, shuffle to the door. Jump right out and count to four. If my main don't open wide. I've got a reserve my by side. If that one don't fail me too. Look out below, I'm a comin through I'll If I die on the ole drop zone Box me up and ship me home Pin my medals upon my chest, and bury me in the leaning rest.