Sound Off

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VAUGHN MOORE - 1951 Hib-hub, hib-hub, hib-hub, hib-hub The heads are up The chests are out The arms are swinging And cadence count Sound off (sound off) Sound off (sound off) Cadence count 1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4) Enie, Meanie, Minie, Moe Let's go back and count some more Sound off (sound off) Sound off (sound off) Cadence count 1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4) I had a good home, but I left (you're right) I had a good home, but I left (you're right) Jody was there, when I left (you're right) Jody was there, when I left (you're right) Sound off (1-2) Sound off (3-4) Cadence count 1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)
1945 Duckworth Chant On a cold spring evening in May 1944, the divisional training center was returning from a long tedious march through swamps and rough country, a chant broke the stillness of the night. Upon investigation, it was found that a negro soldier by the name of Willie Duckworth, on detached service with the Provisional Training Center Fort Slocum, was chanting to build up the spirits of his weary comrades. It was not long before the infectious rhythm was spreading through the ranks. Foot-weary soldiers started to pack up their steps in cadence with a growing chorus of hearty male voices. Instead of a down-trodden, fatigued company, here marched 200 soldiers, with heads up, a spring to their step, and happy smiles on their faces. This transformation occurred with the beginning of the Duckworth Chant. Upon returning to Fort Slocum, Private Duckworth, with the aid of the Provisional Training Center instructors, composed a series of verses and choruses to be used with the marching cadence. Since that eventful evening, the Duckworth Chant has been made a part of the drill at Fort Slocum, as it has proved to be not only a tremendous morale factor, while marching, but also coordinated a movement of close-order drill with true precision. Horeward: HARCH! Hup-hoop-hip-horp The heads are up, the chests are out The arms are swinging; in cadence, count: Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) Eeny meeny miney moe Let's go back and count some mo' Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) We will march to beat the band And we'll never bite The Hand, Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) I had a good home but I left (you're right!) I had a good home but I left (you're right!) Jody was there when you left (you're right!) Jody was there when you left (you're right!) Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) It won't get by if it ain't GI It won't get by if it ain't GI Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) We will march with a broken leg So we can get that Golden Egg Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) The Second Platoon is just like Krauts They're all afflicted with the gout Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) The Third Platoon can't stand the [gaffe?] Tryin' to get ol' [on? Blennett's staff?] Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) If I get shot in a combat zone Just box me up and send me home, Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) I had a good home but I left (you're right!) You had a good home but you left (you're right!) Jody was there when you left (you're right!) Jody was there when you left (you're right!) Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) I don't mind to take a hike If I could take along a bike Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) I don't mind a bivouac If I could take along a WAC Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) I don't mind if I get dirty As long as the Brow gets Gravel Gertie Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) The WACs and WAVEs will win the war So tell us what we're fighting for Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) I had a good home but I left (you're right!) I had a good home but I left (you're right!) Jody was there when you left (you're right!) Jody was there when you left (you're right!) Sound off (one, two!) Sound off (three, four!) Cadence count (one, two, three, four, one, two -- threefour!) Gump'knee, HALT!
MUDCAT CHANT
SOUND OFF (CADENCE COUNT) (DUCKWORTH CHANT) I don't know but I been told Korean pussy's mighty cold Sound off! One, two, Sound off! Three, four, Cadence count* One, two, three, four One, two, three,four. I don't know but I been told Ass is worth its weight in gold I got a gal in Kansas city She's got freckles on her titty Got a gal in Baltimore She's got a red light on her door. Got a girl, lives on a hill Says she won't, but I know she will. If I die on the Russian front, Box me up with a Russian cunt. Got a gal all dressed in black Makes her living on her back. Got a gal all dressed in red Makes a living in her bed. Got a gal, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her ass in the hall. I don't know, but it's been said West Point boys are good in bed. Every time you stamp yo' feet Jody gets a piece of meat. Ain't no use in goin' home Jody's got yo' gal an' gone. * or (Count 'em down) note: Marching cadence counts are probably as old as armies. They provide a means of keeping time that's more interesting than simple counting. During the Napoleonic Wars, gunners timed their broadsides with a count of: "Fire ONE. If I wasn't a gunner I wouldn't be here. Fire TWO etc." Up until WWI, there don't seem to be any records of these chants, although I've heard conversational references to them. In WWI, they tended to be rythmically dull..." Left! Left! Left Right Left! I left my wife and fourteen kids, to go away and fight a war, I left! etc. In WWII, black troops were, apparently, given more freedom of self-expression than were white troops. Fancy drill teams, particularly from Fort Duckworth, Alabama, toured and popularized jazzier cadence counts. There was a pop record in the early 50s that wound up on the hit parade. RG @Army @American filename[ SOUNDOFF TUNE FILE: SOUNDOFF RG, EC apr96

Girl Scout Cadence

Author unknown - revised & updated by Carol Lee Spages


I don’t know, but I’ve been told: All Girl Scouts are good as gold! I am one, and say it’s true, Girl Scouting’s great for me and you! Chorus: Sound off: 1- 2! Sound off: 3 - 4! Bring it on down, now: 1- 2 - 3 - 4! 1 - 2! 3 - 4! Daisies have a disc of blue, They are Girl Scouts so brand new. They are cute and they are sweet Girl Scout Daisies - fun to meet. Chorus Brownies have a disc of green They are second on the scene. They wear a uniform that's brown, Their smile song can turn a frown. Chorus Junior level is the next, A yellow disk is on their vest. They earn their badges one by one. The Bronze Award they can get done. Chorus Girl Scout Cadettes have a lot to learn. The Silver Award is theirs to earn. A white disc is the one they wear The name Girl Scout they’re proud to share. Chorus Senior discs are red, I know. They are Girl Scouts on the go. They can earn the treasured Gold It's quite an honor, I am told. Chorus Ambassadors' discs are very dark blue They are Girl Scouts through and through. Their future's looking very bright. These Girl Scouts are out of sight! Chorus Leaders have no discs at all They come all sizes, big and small. They share their time and talents too. They make Girl Scouting great for you.
KAY AND PEELE
(I) Gave up my girlfriend and my family Traded 'em in for an M16 Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, Iraq I don't care if I ever come back From poor families how far we roam So the rich kids can just stay at home When I come home with PT-SD The VA Hospital won't care for me I'll probably end up homeless out in the dark To get played on screen by Marky Mark