Originally Posted by 42RM

This is where I start to sing....

ME:
I cut down foes. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

MARINES:
He cuts down foes.
He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a bootneck, and he's okay.
He drinks all night and he fights all day.

ME:
I cut down foes.
I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear CO.

Originally Posted by 42RM

This is where I start to sing....

ME:
I cut down foes. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

MARINES:
He cuts down foes.
He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a bootneck, and he's okay.
He drinks all night and he fights all day.

ME:
I cut down foes.
I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear CO.

Well, 42RM, you really change my perception of the Royal Marines. Can you do us all a favor? This might be something for youtube

I always knew Royal Marines were strange, thank goodness there is some sanity from the RAF.

Originally Posted by I3BrigPvSk

Well, 42RM, you really change my perception of the Royal Marines. Can you do us all a favor? This might be something for youtube

Well
It originates from a Christmas Eve in Afghanistan. It´s normal that this day belongs to the OR. The officers are serving Christmas dinner and entertains the lads with singing, dancing and a christmas cabaret.

Imagine a packed room and onto the stage enters the chaplain and a chorus of six RM officers.


I never wanted to be a chaplain in the first place!
I…I wanted to be a BOOTNECK!

(piano vamp)

Leaping from one country to another.
As we invade the mighty nations of the world!
With my best NCO by my side!

The Falklands!
Kosovo!
Sierra Leone!
Iraq!
Afghanistan!

We'd sing! Sing! Sing!

Oh, I'm a bootneck, and I'm okay,
I drink all night and I fight all day.

CHORUS: He's a bootneck, and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he fights all day.

I cut down foes , I eat my scran,
I peep in the lavatree.
On Wednesdays I go naked'
And have buttered bums for tea.

CHORUS: He cuts down foes, he eats his scran,
He peeps in the lavatree.
On Wednesdays he goes naked'
And has buttered bums for tea???????

He's a bootneck, and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he fights all day.

I cut down foes, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

CHORUS: He cuts down foes, he skips and jumps,
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around.... In bars???????

He's a bootneck, and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he fights all day.

I chop down foes, I wear high heels,
Suspenders and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like our dear CO.

CHORUS : He cuts down foes, he wears high heels
Suspenders and a .... a Bra????
(CHORUS break off song, and begin insulting bootneck)

CO: (enters while crying) Oh Philip, I thought you were so rugged!

Originally Posted by BritinAfrica

I always knew Royal Marines were strange, thank goodness there is some sanity from the RAF.

We are a primitive warrior race
RAF is a bunch of geeks who are just as boring as choirboys

LOL, British humor.
You are the wackiest people in the world.

Wonder how they won the war

Originally Posted by Der Alte

Wonder how they won the war

We had the funniest comedians

Originally Posted by Der Alte

Wonder how they won the war

We make the enemy laugh so much they fall over laughing, then we hit them on the head while they are helpless.

Originally Posted by 42RM

RAF is a bunch of geeks who are just as boring as choirboys

We bring decorum to the table, we are gentlemen (so are the WRAF's), we have manners, we knock before entering a ladies boudiour, not stagger in with our trousers around our ankles shouting "GET EM OFF DARLIN!!!!"

Originally Posted by BritinAfrica

We bring decorum to the table, we are gentlemen (so are the WRAF's), we have manners, we knock before entering a ladies boudiour, not stagger in with our trousers around our ankles shouting "GET EM OFF DARLIN!!!!"

They can be taken off?
That must be why she was bobbing her toes - she hadn´t got her pantyhose off yet.

Originally Posted by 42RM

They can be taken off?
That must be why she was bobbing her toes - she hadn´t got her pantyhose off yet.

I wonder how long it takes before a moderator closes this thread
It must have violated all the rules on this forum.