From 2008
Each line is repeated:
Call [repeated back]
Call [not repeated back because there is an]
(Alternate response)
Here we go again
Same old song again
Marching down the avenue
* more weeks and we'll be through
Your left, your left
Your left, right, left
Your military left,
Your left, your right, don't get out of step, your left, your right, your
left
Sound off
(One, Two)
SOUND OFF
(THREE, FOUR)
Break it on down
(One, two, three, four, one, two, three-four! Hoorah, 320! Go Navy! Smooth sailing!)
They say that in the Navy the coffee's mighty fine
It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine
Oh Lord, I wanna go home
But Chief won't let me go home
Oh, oh, oh, hey!
They say that in the Navy, the chow is mighty fine
My chicken stood on the table and started marking time
Oh Lord, I wanna go home
But they won't let me go home
Oh, oh, oh, hey!
They say that in the Navy, the chow is mighty fine
My meatball rolled off the table, and killed a friend of mine
Oh Lord, I wanna go home
But Chief won't let me go home
Oh, oh, oh, hey!
They say that in the Navy the pay is mighty fine
They give you a hundred dollars and take back ninety-nine
Oh Lord, I wanna go home
But Chief won't let me go home
Oh, oh, oh, hey!
I'm a steamroller, baby
Just-a rollin' down the line
I'm a steamroller, baby
Just-a rollin' down the line
So you'd better get out of my way now
Before I roll right over you
So you'd better get out of my way now
Before I roll right over you
It's just a little
(Woo!)
A little
(Hey!)
A little rock and roll
(It's just a little woo! A little hey! A little rock and roll)
It's just the kind of
(Woo!)
The kind of
(Hey!)
That kind of soothes my soul
(It's just the kind of woo! The kind of hey! that kind of soothes my
soul)
I'm an RTC recroo-it
Just-a marchin' down the road
I'm an RTC recruit
Just-a marchin' down the road
So you'd better get out of my way now
Before I march right over you
So you'd better get out of my way now
Before I march right over you
It's just a little
(Woo!)
A little
(Hey!)
A little rock and roll
(It's just a little woo! A little hey! A little rock and roll)
It's just the kind of
(Woo!)
The kind of
(Hey!)
That kind of soothes my soul
(It's just the kind of woo! The kind of hey! that kind of soothes my
soul)
Mama, mama, can't you see
What the Navy's done to me
Oh mama, mama, can't you see
What the Navy's done to me
I used to drive a Cadillac
Now a seabag's on my back
I used to drive a Cadillac
Now a seabag's on my back
Mama . . .
They sat me down in a chair
Zip, zap, I had no hair
. . .
Mama . . .
I used to drive a Chevrolet
Now I'm marching every day
. . .
Mama . . .