Military Jodi's

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Novolo

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Alrighty then let me hear them. I wana see if any one has any good ones, i dont care which branch any kind, i only remmber one

When i say 1 now you say 2
When i say Air force you Say Blue
1! 2! Air force! Blue!
When i say 3 now you say 4
when i say want some you say more
3! 4! Want some! more!


that one goes on untill 20 i just dont remmber some of the cadences :(
 
I've always liked this version of Yellow Ribbon. A nice reminder not to knock anyone up.

Around her neck, she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the springtime in the middle month of May
And if you ask her where the hell she got it
she'll say she got it from that young Marine,who's far ,far away...
far away
far away

Around the block, she pushed a baby carriage
She pushed it in the springtime in the middle month of May
And if you ask her why the hell she pushed it
She'll say she pushes it for that young Marine, who' far, far away...
far away
far away

Behind the door, her daddy kept his shotgun
He kept it in the springtime in the middle month of May
And if you ask him why the hell he kept it
He'll say he kept it to blow that young Marines ass away.
far away
far away
 
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that jodi would be hard to keep rhythm too it seems
 
its not. maybe for airforce. but we, the marines, didnt have probs ^^
 
Yea, me and Superman got in a fight
So I hit em in the head with some kryptonite
I hit em so hard that I scattered his brains
And now I'm f**kin Lois Lane

Singin lo, right, leyo
Left foot, right, a-leyo
Lo, right, a-leyo
Left foot, right, a lo

Me and Batman duked it out too
And I kicked in the head with my right shoe
Then I stomped his temple with my right heel
And now i drive the Bat-mobile

Yea lo, right, leyo
Left foot, right, a-leyo
Lo, right, a-leyo
Left foot, right, a lo

Me and Spiderman knuckled up next
And I put my Ka-Bar into his chest
His Spidey sense didn't help him at all
And now Mary Jane is lickin my balls

Singin lo, right, leyo
Left foot, right, a-leyo
Lo, right, a-leyo
Left foot, right, a lo
 
My Mama can't you see?
What this Corps has done to me

Put me in a barber chair
Snip snap and I had no hair

And if I die in the combat zone
Box me up and ship me home

Put me in a set of dress blues
Comb my hair and shine my shoes

Pin my medals upon my chest
Tell my Mama I did my best

My Mama don't you cry
Marine Corps motto is "Do or Die!"
 
LMFAO well the marine cadence is a different from ours too so yeah i suppose those would work
 
Way too many from my cadink days:

Intro (sung together)

Beer, beer, beer, beer,
beer, beer, beer, beer
Got drunk last night,
Got drunk the night before.
Gonna get drunk tonight Like I've never been drunk before.
Cause when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be, '
Cause we're all part Of the (your own unit name goes here) family

Oh the Zoomie family is the best family
That ever came over from ye ol' Germany.
You got your highland Zoomies,
And your lowland Zoomies,
Your Amsterdam Zoomies
And your other damn Zoomies, singing:

Refrain (sung together after each verse)

Glorious! Victorious! (Hey!)
One keg of beer for the four of us,
Singing glory be to G-d that there are no more of us
'Cause one of us could drink it all alone
(Damn near, pass the beer, to the rear, of the squadron!)

Verses (responses in parentheses)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots at West Point (at West Point)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots at West Point (at West Point)
'Cause they're all a bunch of queers Sanitation engineers
Oh, there are no fighter pilots at West Point (at West Point)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots at Annapolis (at Annapolis)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots at Annapolis (at Annapolis)
'Cause they're all a bunch of fruits Wearin' ice cream vendor suits
Oh, there are no fighter pilots at Annapolis (at Annapolis)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Navy (in the Navy)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Navy (in the Navy)
Cause they're all on ships and boats
Making love to sheep and goats
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Navy (in the Navy)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Corps (in the Corps)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Corps (in the Corps)
'Cause they're all on foreign shores
Making mothers out of whores
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Corps (in the Corps)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Coast Guard (in the Coast Guard)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Coast Guard (in the Coast Guard)
'Cause they're all a bunch of fags
Burnin' marijuana bags
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Coast Guard (in the Coast Guard)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Civil Air Patrol (in the Civil Air Patrol)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Civil Air Patrol (in the Civil Air Patrol)
'Cause they're all a bunch of teens
Whackin' off to magazines
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Civil Air Patrol (in the Civil Air Patrol)

Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Peace Corps (in the Peace Corps)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Peace Corps (in the Peace Corps)
'Cause they're off in foreign lands
Singin' songs and holdin' hands
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Peace Corps (in the Peace Corps)

Oh there are no fighter pilots down in hell (down in hell)
Oh there are no fighter pilots down in hell (down in hell )
Oh, the place is full of queers, Navigators, bombadiers
Oh there are no fighter pilots down in hell (down in hell )

You can tell a navigator by his ass (by his ass)
You can tell a navigator by his ass (by his ass)
'Cause it's forty inches wide
And gettin' wider every ride
You can tell a navigator by his ass (by his ass)

You can tell a woman pilot by her tits (by her tits)
You can tell a woman pilot by her tits (by her tits)
'Cause they hang down to her knees
When she's pullin' seven Gs
You can tell a woman pilot by her tits (by her tits)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Air Force (in the Air Force)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Air Force (in the Air Force)
'Cause we're all sittin' on our butts
Due to recent budget cuts (thanks Clinton!)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Air Force (in the Air Force)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Guard (in the Guard)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Guard (in the Guard)
'Cause they never go to war Just bend over for the Corps
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in the Guard (in the Guard)

Oh, there are no fighter pilots in (insert CS-XX)
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in (insert CS-XX)
'Cause they're honor violators
And compulsive masturbaters
Oh, there are no fighter pilots in (insert CS-XX)
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C-130 rolling down the strip
Airborne momma (or daddy) gonna take a little trip.
Stand up, hook up (or buckle up), shuffle to the door.
Jump right out and count to four.

If my chute don't open wide.
I've got another one by my side.
If that one should fail me too,
Look out below, I'm a coming through.

If I die in the landing zone,
Pack me up and ship me home.
Pin my medals upon my chest,
Tell my momma I did my best (or bury me in the leanin' rest).

And if I get to heaven,
Saint Peter's gonna say:
How'd you make your living boy?
How'd you earn your pay?
And I'd reply with a little bit of anger
Made my living as an Airborne Ranger

And if I get to hell
Satan's gonna say:
How'd you make your living boy?
How'd you earn your pay?
And I'd reply with a boot to the face:
Move over Satan, I'ma taking your place.

If I die on the Russian front
Don't bury me with no Russian grunt

If I die in the Mississippi mud
Bury me with a case of Bud.

If I die on the Russian shore
Bury me with a Russian whore

If I die upon my back
Bury me with a fifth of Jack

And because "C-130" is so damned common, when you get tired of it, you just do:

C-130 rollin' down the strip
hit a bump and did a flip.
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An example of a jody that sounds dirty but isn't (the whole thing is a double entendre).

Irene, Irene, she's one of the best

Last night I put her to the test
The moon was bright, the lights were dim,
and there she stood so sleek and slim.
I've seen her stripped, I've seen her bare,
I've felt her over everywhere.

I fired her up as soon as I could,
and when I got in her I knew she was good.
In and out and in between,
She was fast, but I was keen.

I rolled her over on her side,
And even on her back I tried.
I rolled her over on her back
and changed my angle of attack.

Irene, Irene she's the best in the land
She's an F-16 in the fighter command.
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Another example:

(responses in parentheses)

See the woman in red? (See the woman in red?)
She makes her living in bed. (She makes her living in bed.)
(repeat previous two lines with red exaggerated)
She's a mattress tester. (She's a mattress tester)
And she does it very well. (And she does it very well)
(repeat previous two lines with tester exaggerated)

See the woman in black? (See the woman in black?)
She makes a living on her back. (She makes a living on her back.)
(repeat previous two lines with black exaggerated)
She's an auto mechanic. (She's an auto mechanic)
And she does it very well. (And she does it very well)
(repeat previous two lines with mechanic exaggerated)

See the woman in blue? (See the woman in blue?)
She makes her living over you. (She makes her living over you.)
(repeat previous two lines with blue exaggerated)
She's an Air Force colonel. (She's a Air Force colonel)
And she does it very well. (And she does it very well)
(repeat previous two lines with colonel exaggerated)
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lol.. We had some good SORT cadences.. unfortunately I haven heard them since March.. :/

It was damn fun to march to though back at the new members academy.


I do remember pt early in the morning.. my favorite was toward the end we did air force pushups.. That's a push-up on your back pushing only air. LOL
 
LOL push ups are push ups :(.... :'(..... haha


There was one our trainee TI used to say because its ALL he could remmeber and we would get yelled at because every time he said it it would go on for 20 minutes and he would lose track and.. well it was just funny

"Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Ohh! My knees are swollen
Pick up your dog tags tuck'em in your shirt
DOnt let your dog tags tangle in the dirt

Rollin' Rollin Rollin'
Oh My head is swollen
Pick up your dog tags tuck'em in your shirt
DOnt let your dog tags tangle in the dirt

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin;
Oh my neck is swollen
Pick up your dog tags tuck'em in your shirt
DOnt let your dog tags tangle in the dirt


That one gets old really fast :\
 
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