Momma Momma Can't You See

The lyrics are based on a marching cadence I learned in the Marines and was written back in 2007.

Whoa oh . . .
Momma, momma can't you see?
What the Corps has done to me?
They put me in a barber's chair,
Spun me around, I had no hair.
I used to date a beauty queen,
Now I've got my m-16.
I used to drive a Cadillac,
Now I'm humping with a pack.
I used to wear my faded jeans,
Now I'm wearing cammie greens.
Whoa oh . . .
Momma, momma can't you see?
What the dubya's done to me?
I used to drive a Cadillac,
Now I'm cruisin' through Iraq.
They took away my smokes and rum,
But smokin' hajji's much more fun.
There's pay and benefits and such,
But KBR makes twice as much.
My intel came from spooks and men,
Now it comes from CNN.
Whoa oh . . .
Momma, momma can't you see?
What the sand has done to me?
I used to smoke during a break,
Now I double nic to stay awake.
My second tour got me divorced,
For number three we're back in force.
John, that IED's no joke,
McCain knows we're getting smoked.
There's TBI and amputees and such,
But DU's effects don't show as much.
Whoa oh . . .