C-130

C-130 rollin' down the strip
Airborne Rangers gonna take a little trip

Mission untold, destination unknown
Some don't know if they're ever comin' home

Jump up, buckle up, shuffle to the door
Jump right out and count to four

If my chute don't open wide
I gotta another one by my side

If that chute don't open too
Look out below I'm coming through

If I die in ol' drop zone
Box me up and ship me home

If I die while I'm doin' my best
The bury me at a leaning rest

But if I die while I'm sippin' tea
Don't even bother buryin' me

Follow Me

Eighty-second
All-American
Pick up your 'chutes and follow me
I'm the airborne infantry

One-oh-one
Screaming eagles
Pick up your ropes and follow me
I'm the air assault infantry

Twenty-fifth
Tropic lightning
Pick up your rucks and follow me
I'm the light infantry

First division
Big red one
Jump on your tracks and follow me
I'm the mechanized infantry

Seventy-fifth
Black beret
Pick up your weapon and follow me
I'm the ranger infantry

Sixth ID
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your snowshoes, follow me
Arctic Light Infantry

ROTC
Patch on my shoulder
Pick up your books and follow me
I'm the wanna-be infantry

Colombo

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
a beggar bound for college
was roaming in the streets of Spain
and selling hot tamales

Refrain: He said the world was round-oh
He said it could be found-of
The hypothetical navigating son-of-a-gun Colombo

Said Isabel to Ferdinand
his plan sounds mighty hazy
said Ferdinand to Isabel
I think the sucker's crazy!

Every Where I Go

Everywhere I go
There's a Drill Sergeant there
Every where I go
There's a Drill Sergeant there
Drill Sergeant
Drill Sergeant
Why don't you leave me alone
And let me go back home
When I eat my chow... (sub in for Everywhere I go)
When I comb my hair...
When I brush my teeth...
When I get my shots...
When I do PT...
When I see my girl...
When I get out of bed...
On an FTX...

YELLOW RIBBON

Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbon
She wore it in the spring time, in the early month of May
And if you asked her why the heck she wore it
She'd say she wore it for her soldier who was far, far away
Far away
Far away
She wore it for her soldier who was far, far away

Around the block she pushed a baby carriage
She pushed it in the spring time, in the early month of May
And if you asked her why the heck she pushed it
She'd say she pushed it for her soldier who was far, far away
Far away
Far away
She pushed it for her soldier who was far, far away

Around his grave she laid the pretty flowers
She laid them in the spring time, in the early month of May
And if you asked her why the heck she laid them
She'd say she laid them for her soldier who was far, far away
Far away
Far away
She laid them for her soldier who was far, far away