Squadron 4 OCS Songbook (1943)

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SONG BOOK
 
 
 
SQUADRON 4
  
 
 
 
 
 
JUNE -20, 1943


1 just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right
A thief and a gambler* and Ifm drunk every night
1 eat a porterhouse steak three times a day for my
board
More than any ordinary girl can afford
lfve got a big electric fan to keep rae cool while 1
sleep
A big handsome man to play around with say feet
I'm just a ramblin woman, a gamblin woman
l?m drunk every night
I just, called up to tell you that I'm ragged but
right*
 
We may be brown-skinned lassies boys f
But what do we care
We've got the stream-lined chassis .
And that do or die air
Wefve got the hips that sank the ships
Of England, France and Peru
And if youfre like Napoleon, boys
Its your Waterloo
We1 IX take a 15 minute intermission.
In your V-6
W.e'd like to make it later
But we never late-date
For our motto has always been
Gone with the wind
So lets breeze It tonight
1 just called up to tell you that lfm ragged but right*
 
XO. Victory Song
{ On Wisconsin }
Hail you Squadrons, Hail you Squadrons
Hail to Squadron Pour
We*re the best at 0. C. S*
Just hear our voices roar
We will fight for all the rights of men
to liberty
Hail men of Squadron Pour to Victory,


7* Hail to the Squadron
 
The Infantry^ the Cavalry, the Field
Artillery
Are the finest kind of soldiers, but
. must always grounded.be
But when you,hear planes ih the air
And thundering^motors' roar
its the men who keep them flying
In the Army Air-Corps
 
Hail to the Squadron, Hail to the Corps
Hail to all the airmen, who spanned
the skies before
■Wefre on the beam to Victory,
Thumbs up, forever more
So hail to squadrons flying high
Hail to the men who rule the sky
Hail to the Army Air Corps
 
8# 'We've Got a Job .To,/Do -
(Over the sea lets go men)
 
Wefre doing a joh at .CuG «..Sv
Thats :gotta be done and gonna,be done right
now
For Uncle Sam knows whats best
Its gotta be' done ' and .gonna be done..and how
We will drill all .day long, keep siriging a
'song
Whether its right or its wrong
We know that theres" a job for you .and me
So if wo have to fight
We'll fight with all our might
And carry on to Victory,


5. Men of Squadron Pour
(Vagabond King)
 
Men of Squadron Pour
Singing as before
Marching on to Victory
We will keep our spirit
In the War to win it
As we fly across the sea
Nazi hordes and yellow Nipponese
Will fall down before us on their knees.
Men of Squadron Four
Singing as before
Marching on to Victory.
6, Dummy Song
( Washington & Lee Swing.)
 
I got the legs from some old^fc&ble
I got the arms from some old cft&alr
1 got the bo$y from a davenport
And from a horse I got some hair
(I got some hair
I put the whole darn thing together
And whan I ?\rired up the Mess
I got more lovin..rSrom that dog-rgone
dummy
Than 1 got at Q,C«S#


(MaeNamara1 s Band, cont*d)
Oh! we play, at wakes and weddings, and at
every fancy ball. -
And at the dead manrs funeral we play the
march from Saul ■
When General Grant to Ireland came
He took me by the hand
Says he lfve never seen the likes of
M a cN amara!s band *
 
3. Cheer Song
(Time of-Notre Dame Song)
 
Cheer, Cheer for old Squadron four
In. competition, we rll beat the Corps
As we go through 0.'C» S.
We are the Squadron ..that Is the best
We!ll never quibble, we * 11 never-stall
We are the. Squadron right on the ball
Heads held high as we swing by
For the glory of Squadron Four.•
 
 
4. Wait 'til Graduation
(Tune of-Mellie)
 
Wait ! till graduation .Mister
And. you get ..those golden bars
You111 get your travel orders
Maybe travel far, or farther
Youf11 have lots of headaches, Mister,
Troubles by the score or more
But youf11 never get the workout,
Mister,
That you got at Sqxiadron,
Good old Squadron, ■
Fighting Squadron Pour.


1* Squadron'4 Song
 
We are the marching men of squadron four
We*11 do the job just as we did before
1Gainst the perils and dangers of the .strife
We111 pledge our all throughout our life
We are the tops at A,F*0.0*S*
We are prepared to do our very best
And as we go marching as before
We!ll be back, fighting r&en, of Squadron Pour*
 
" 2* X*m. A Hell Of A Mess
(Tune- Rambling wreck-Gee- Tech,}-
*Ifm a hell of a mess
from 0*C.S<
And a helluva Candidate
A helluva, helluva,helluva,
helluva
Helluva candidate
When I'm a second Looey
I111 stay out long and
late •
I*m a helluva mass from
G.O.S.
And a helluva candidate
Now if I had a daughter, Sir
1*11 tell you what I'd do
I*d send her to Miami Beach.
, « To pitch the soldiers, woo
And if I had a son, Sir
I111 tell you what hef'd do
He would work .like hell at O.C.S..
Like his daddy used to do..
 
fa da da dun - ta da da.dum (etc.
{MacNamara!;S Band)
OhI my name is Macllamara,
. Ifm the leader of the
band.
Although we're few in number
we're the finest in the
1 and.
Of course 1 am conductor and
■we very often play
Before the great musicians .
that you hear of every da^
OhI the drums go bang and the
cymbals clang
And the' horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the big bassoon
While Ifve the pipes to play
OhI Hennessy Tennessee tootles
the flute
And the music is something
'• grand.
f A credit to old Ireland is
. "MacNamaraTs -band.


17. Girl with the Innocent Frown
(Sweet Little Alice Blue Gown)
 
She's the girl with the innocent frown.
And she strolls through the streets of
the town
Though her dress is cut low
Still she just doesn't know
Why the nice folks "all shun her
Donft want her around
But the soldiers could tell you just why
For they go out with' her and^ they sigh
She sure was a honey, But she- took all my
money
That girl with-the Innocent Frown.
18, Up in the Air
 
Wait till you get them up in the air, Boys
Wait till you get them up in the air
You can make them'hug and kiss you too
For if they donft, just say you wohrt
Gome down until they do
Oh- wait, till you gat them up in the air
boys
There isn!t any one. to watch you there
You can loop the loop-till she can hardly
get her breath1 •
It isn!t hard to reason with a girl half
scared. to death
So wait till you-gut'them up in the air'
boys
Up5 up,'up, up, Up over the clouds*


15•la* Time We Had A Drink
I 'think .its time -we had a drink
I think its time we had a drink
I think Its time we had a drink
Time we had a damn good drink
Drink drink drink drink
Drank drank drank drank
Drunk drunk drunk drunk
-Drunk last night and drunk the
night before
: Gonna get drunk tonight like "'
I never got drunk before
For when tlm drunk, I'm
happy as can be
For I am a member of the
souse family.
Ohi the souse family Is
the best family
That ever came from old
Germany
There's the Amsterdam
Dutch
And the Rotterdam Dutch
The Pottsdam Dutch and the
other Damn Dutch
Singing glorious, glorious
One keg of beer for the four
of us
Glory be to God that there
are no more of us
For one of us could drink
* it all alone,
Damned near.
16.- Parade Song
- 1 -
Lord, Please let It start in
raining
Lord, Please let it start In •
" raining
Lord, Please let it start in
raining '
And rain all afternoon.
Chorus
We were only, only fooling
We were only, only fooling
. We were only, only fooling
We were, like hell,,-we were
- 2 -
For when the war Is over,, we
_ will all enlist again
'When the war Is over we will
all enlist again
Wnen the war is over we will
all enlist again, we will
like hell, we will*.


14## Air Corps Song
 
Off we go, into the wild blue yonder
Climbing high, into the sun
Here they come, zpomin to meet our thunder
At em boys, give em the gun
Down we dive, spouting our -flame from under
Off with one helluva roar
We live in fame, go down in flame
Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps
Chorus -
Here's a toast, to the host, of the men
who love
The vastness of the sky
To a friend we will'send, a message from
His brother men who, fly
We'll drink to those who gave their all of
. old ... '
Then down we dive to score; the rainbow's
pot of gold
A toast to the host of men we boast, the
■ Army Air Corps. '*
«- 2 -
Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Keep the wings, level and true
If you'd live to be a gray haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue
Plying men guarding the Nationfs border
We'll be there followed by more
In echelon, we'll carry oh ■■■;.-,
Nothing will stop the Army Air Corps*


.12, Alma Mater Song -
(When Day is Done)
 
Wlien peace has come, and we!?e returned
To home onee more '
We'll think of all the things we did
At Squadron Pour
The bracings the marching. Formations
that we made
The blitzing*the cramming,
The 'gold bars that were on parade -
When war is won and we return
To home again
Werll know that it was largely due to
Air Corps men
We111 miss our friends from many^ States
The backbone of the * Corps
We111 miss you most of all
Old Squadron Four.
 
'%Z^ Lower Classmen*s Song
(lfm a Yankee Doodle- Dandy)
 
Wefre a "bunch of eager beavers •
Members of that good old Squadron four
We work like beavers from the break'of day
We know what we*re fighting for
We all have. the. same ambition
To be Commander of the Corps
You may think that we are screwy
But we'll all be second Looeys
Graduates of good old Squadron Four


11, That Open Post
 
Oh, when we get that open post
Oh, when we get that open post
Hallelujah, Lord, I want to be in
that number
When we get that open post
 
Oh, when we go to El Chico
Oh, when we. go to El Chico
Hallelujah, Lord, I want to be in
that number
When we go to El Chico
Oh,, when _we drink those rum and cokes
Oh, when we drink those rum and cokes
Hallelujah, Lord, I want to be in that
 
Whenwearink those rum and cokes
Oh,' when we meet those diz.zy blondes
Oh, when we meet' those dizzy blondes,
Hallelujah, Lord, I want to be in that
number
When'we meet those dizzy blondes
 
Oh, when we get those golden bars,
Oh, whan we get those golden -bars,
Hallelujah, Lord, I want to be in
that number '
When wo get those golden bars
 
Oh, when we go to Tokyo,
Oh, when we go to Tokyo,
Hallelujah^ Lord, I want-to be in that''
number
When we go to Tokyo.
Oh, when wo march to Adolph!s town
Oh, when we march to Adolph*s•town
Hallelujah, Lord, I want to be in that
number
When we .march to Adolphrs town*


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