Where Marines are Made

Marine Corps Running Cadence

Oh there’s a place where Marines are made,
Yelling and a runnin day to day.
Mean DI’s makin fighting machines,
They take boys and make them mean.
Get up in the morning in the drizzle and rain,
Run all day till you feel the pain.
This is the place that God forgot,
Sand is deep and the sun is hot.
It’s as fierce as your Drill Instructors face,
Parris Island is the name of this place
Orraaahhh
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Parris Island
Marine Corps
Here we go
Here we go
Orraaahhh