Military Drinking Songs

[Palinka (RIP)]

Fuck 'em all,
Fuck 'em all,
The long, and the short, and the tall,
Fuck all the sergeants and WO1s,
Fuck all the corporals and their bastard sons,
'Cause we're saying goodnight to them all,
As back to our billets we crawl,
You'll get no promotion,
This side of the ocean,
So cheer up, my son,
Fuck 'em all.

Sing with pride!

[ColonelParis]

One i haven't heard in a while.

Thx

[Jaime]

Tiny bubbles,
In my beer,
Make me happy,
Make be want to cheer!

[Uncle Gary]

Sang this at my brother's wedding

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She dropped 'em down on the floor (ding dong)
And the rats scurried for the door
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She hung 'em on the backyard fence (ding dong)
And the neighbors ain't been back since
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She hung 'em out on the line (ding dong)
And now the sun won't even shine
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She threw 'em up against the wall (ding dong)
And the roaches refused to crawl
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She tossed 'em up in the sky (ding dong)
And now the bird don't even fly
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She left the laying in the head (ding dong)
And now the Tidy Bowl man is dead
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong

Your Mama don't wear no drawers (ding dong)
I saw her when she took 'em off (ding dong)
She laid 'em on a dish (ding dong)
It smelled like we was having fish
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong dong
Ding, dong, dinga dinga dong

[Uncle Gary]

Beer is Better Than Women
By Scott Hendricks
aka Axel the Sot

Chorus: Beer is better than women
Beer is better they say
From Belfast to England
From Hong Kong to Hobart
To Guam and New Zealand
From Sydney to Cypress
From Hibbing to Perth and Bombay
I’ve drunk beer all the way

Well a beer doesn’t care if you belch or you fart
A beer doesn’t play hard to get
A beer doesn’t think the Three Stooges are dumb
A beer’s always ready . . . and wet

Chorus

Well a beer looks the same in the morning
And a beer that’s frigid is best
It won’t make you buy tampons when you go to the store
Or ask how you like the new dress

Chorus

Now a beer won’t get mad
If you come home real late
Or make you put pants on to eat
Want to try a new kind - Go ahead it won’t mind
Cause a beer doesn’t care if you cheat

Chorus

Still don’t ask how I choose
Either way I’d lose
Between beer and women - I think
Without beer I’d go nuts - And the ironic part
Without women . . . There’s no reason to drink!

Chorus

[Uncle Gary]

This song reminds me of Churchill's quote about the Royal Navy: "Tradition? Your only traditions are Rum, Sodomy and the Lash."

Frigging in the Rigging

It was on the good ship Venus
By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis

The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

The first mate's name was Morgan
By Christ, he was a gorgon
Ten times a day he'd stop and play
With his fuckin' organ

The first mate's name was Cooper
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor

The second mate was Andy
By Christ, he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy

The cabin boy was Flipper
He was a fuckin' ginger
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper

The Captain's wife was Mabel
To fuck she was not able
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
Across the barroom table

The Captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found 'er sexual quarters

Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do

[peetie44]

Unk,

I was visiting a buddy stationed at the Marine Recruit Depot in San Diego (@ 1969-70). We were standing around the parade ground talking, when a platoon marched by and sang a cadence like this:

Your boots are shiny
Your brass is bright
Your balls are swinging
From left to right
You're beatin' your meat
With all you're might
Sound off,1-2
Sound off, 3-4,...etc

[Uncle Gary]

Oh yeah, I remember one like that. Hell, we used to make "Jody's" (the slang for such songs) out of every dirty limerick and other such stuff we could find.

Jody comes from many of the songs that talk about the "slimy bastard Jody back home"

Like:
Ain't no time for looking down,
Ain't no sixpack on the ground
Ain't no sense in looking back,
Jody's got your Cadillac