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She Was a Virgin She was a virgin in her Freshman year If you're a Marching Chip she'll sleep with you (Insert spoken Jackism from list below.) Little Marching ... (Insert Jackism, continue pattern until no more Jackisms can be recalled.) Little Marching ... Chips!
Jack-isms You're a great band , but some ot you have dirty minds. No trumpet in his right mind would put his instrument into that slot. It you lose the pulse it's over. This is the tightest, cleanest tlag corps we've ever had. Give 'em an experience, but no pain. Use each other to find your positions. You gotta beat off, you gotta beat off, I don't know how, but you got a beat off. I don't know who's dog that is, but give it a flag, it can march. I could drive a truck through that hole. I thought there was an awful lot of tongue in that phrase. Step back, bones, before Al whacks you. You're in college now, you're old enough to pick your own seats. Don't stick it in until you clean it off. You're starting to make me tingle all over. Use the bag to protect it but air it out after you're done. If it needs bite then bite it. All you lovers out there are schmoozin' all over the notes. You're the biggest and best I've ever had. Go ahead, put your tongue on it and make it sing. Proper attire coming across campus is full uniform or nothing at all. This band is rich with tradition and this band is sick with tradition! Note: Jackisms are phrases and things spoken from the podium over the years by
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