[Intro — palm-muted guitar, drums building] Birth Control Goggles on his face, Reflective contraceptive 'round his waist, Fresh from Parris Island, feeling ten feet high— BEHOLD THE SAND BELT SAMURAI! [Band kicks in] [Verse 1] High-and-tight defying gravity, Skivvy shirt tucked painfully, Boot bands cutting off the blood, Go-fasters clean without a speck of mud. Still says “EYE, SIR!” in his sleep, Makes his fucking rack with hospital sheets, Carries challenge coins everywhere, Calls everybody “Devil Dog” who doesn't care. Eagle, Globe and Anchor on his ride, Marine Core sticker on the other side, Fresh outta boot and full of pride— HERE COMES THE SAND BELT SAMURAI! [Chorus] SAND BELT SAMURAI! Look at that motherfucker shine! SAND BELT SAMURAI! Tan belt warrior, Semper Fi! Birth Control Goggles, Glow belt way too tight— THE MOST MOTO BOOT YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE! SAND BELT SAMURAI! [Verse 2] Three whole weeks of MACMAP training, Now the motherfucker thinks he's dangerous, Practiced punches on a rubber tire, Walks around like he's certified to kill. Learned an armbar Monday morning, Hip throw sometime Tuesday night, Wednesday he's explaining combat To a Gunny twice his size. Warrior Creed committed to memory, Tan belt hanging like a trophy prize, Corporal dumps him on his ass— Confidence is still sky-high. Got one belt above his boot bands, Now he's mastered Bushido— Don't bother telling him that's not how it works. THIS MOTHERFUCKER ALREADY KNOWS! [Chorus] SAND BELT SAMURAI! Look at that motherfucker shine! SAND BELT SAMURAI! Tan belt warrior, Semper Fi! Birth Control Goggles, Glow belt way too tight— THE MOST MOTO BOOT YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE! SAND BELT SAMURAI! [Verse 3] Got an E.G.A. tattoo Before his first duty station move, “DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR” on his arm Like anybody needed another clue. Moto hoodie at the PX, Moto hat when he's off-duty too, License plate says U.S.M.C., Rear window's got the bulldog too. Marine Core ringtone on his phone, Marine Core blanket on his bed, Calls the bathroom “the head” at home And says “good to go” instead of “yes.” Tells everybody 'bout the Crucible Before they even get his name— He's been in the Fleet for fourteen days, AND WON'T FUCKING SHUT UP ABOUT THE RANGE! [Pre-Chorus] There's moto... Then there's really fucking moto... Then somewhere several miles beyond— THERE'S THIS FUCKING GUY! [Chorus] SAND BELT SAMURAI! Look at that motherfucker shine! SAND BELT SAMURAI! Tan belt warrior, Semper Fi! Birth Control Goggles, Glow belt way too tight— THE MOST MOTO BOOT YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE! SAND BELT SAMURAI! [Verse 4] We roast his Birth Control Goggles, We roast that fucking belt, We roast the giant E.G.A. And every moto shirt he's ever bought himself. We roast the way he says “Oorah,” We roast his stupid fucking ride, We tell him every single day— “BOOT, TURN THE FUCKING MOTO DOWN!” But Monday morning comes around, He's the first one there on time, Never disappears when work gets bad, Never leaves his boys behind. Shoots expert on the rifle range, Carries weight when others can't, Never asks who's fucking watching— Just steps up and lends a hand. [Verse 5] So yeah, he's still a fucking boot, And we'll remind him till we die, That glow belt's still ridiculous, And those glasses are a crime. But underneath the moto bullshit, Underneath that high-and-tight, There's a damn good fucking Marine there— And we'd take him in any fight. Years from now he'll make Sergeant, Little gray around the sides, That tan belt long since traded up, Those BCGs left behind. Then some nervous brand-new boot Will come walking up one night, And somebody's gonna smile and say— “YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN THIS FUCKING GUY.” [Final Chorus] SAND BELT SAMURAI! We still remember that fucking sight! SAND BELT SAMURAI! Tan belt warrior, Semper Fi! Birth Control Goggles, Glow belt way too tight— THE MOST MOTO BOOT YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE! SAND BELT SAMURAI! Full moto! SAND BELT SAMURAI! No shame! SAND BELT SAMURAI! But when the shit went sideways— HE FUCKING EARNED THE NAME! [Outro — driving guitars, half-time drums] So raise one for the boots Who haven't figured out quite why Everybody starts fucking laughing Every time they walk by. Someday they'll roast the next generation With that same familiar smile— But there'll only ever be one... SAND! BELT! SAMURAI! [Final chord]
