Lately, Every Multiplex

Tune: Jacques Offenbach's "Galop Infernal"

Lately, every multiplex
From Boston, Mass., to Austin, Tex.,
Interrupts the blood and sex
To advertise the Leathernecks.

So kudos to the P.R. guys,
Who know it pays to advertise;
Still, they ought to realize
A Jarhead needs no alibis.

Sound off! Sound off!
I don't know, but I been told.
Left! Right! Left! Right!
Gyrenes can't be oversold.

Hup! Tup! Thrip! Faw!
Jody digs the olive drab.
Up! Down! Up! Down!
Jody thinks the eagle, globe and anchor
Of the Leathernecks are absolutely fab!

Girls
Like the Semper Fi boys
Even more than fly-boys
(Honestly, the aviators are a lot of
Churls:
Loyal-to-the-Corps men
Make 'em look like doormen.
Pilots are but swine before the pearls).

Oh!
Girls
Like the Semper Fi boys
Even more than flyboys
(Honestly, the aviators are a lot of
Churls:
Loyal-to-the-Corps men
Make 'em look like doormen.
Pilots are but swine before the pearls).

Admen do not need to show
Us something we already know;
One career that's quite de trop
Is "USMC PRO."

So let us show the public fisc
A budgetary basilisk;
Otherwise,
We may risk
Winding up
In the bisque—
Subject to
Stop-and-frisk,
Every time
Some Internal Revenue collector hollers,

"Oh, please!
Won't you let your money
Plug the jungle bunny?
Save us from the economic horrors of a
Freeze!
Save us from our doom: a
Hall of No Mazuma,
Rather than a Shore of Triple Fees!"

"Oh, please!
Won't you let your money
Plug the jungle bunny?
Save us from the economic horrors of a
Freeze!
Save us from our doom: a
Hall of No Mazuma,
Rather than a Shore—
Perhaps a score of Triple Fees,
Or even more of Triple Fees!
We're keen to whore for Triple Fees!" repeat ad lib.