Call Us What You Want, Just Don't Call Us Late For Formation

[Intro – Marching Snare] Two hundred fifty years, Everybody's got a name for us. Some meant respect. Some were insults. Problem is... We're Marines. We usually like the insults better. [Verse 1] Back when Marines went sailin' with the fleet, Leather stocks kept 'em straight upon their feet. Chins held high, dressed sharp on deck, Somebody saw that collar—called 'em Leathernecks. Then came Gyrene somewhere down the line, G.I. plus Marine—or so they say with time. Some old sailor probably thought he'd struck a nerve, We said, "That's pretty good. It's ours now, you can serve." [Chorus] Call us what you want—Leatherneck, Jarhead, Gyrene, Devil Dog, we've heard 'em all said. Throw us an insult, we'll make it our own, Paint it on a guidon, carve it in stone. Call us what you want, we don't give a damn, We've answered to worse from Uncle Sam. If you're tryin' to offend us, here's how this ends: We'll slap it on a T-shirt and wear it again. [Verse 2] Belleau Wood, nineteen-eighteen, One hell of a story joined Marine history. "The Germans called 'em Devil Dogs!" the legend goes, For fightin' like hell against a stubborn foe. Historians say, "Well... that might not be right, The German doesn't work, and the proof is kinda light." Marines said, "Wait—did you say Devil Dog? Sounds badass to us. We'll keep it. Carry on." [Breakdown] "But technically, Toy-fel-hoon-duh—" DEVIL DOG! "The historical evidence—" DEVIL DOG! "But there's no definitive—" WE'RE KEEPIN' IT! [Chorus] Call us what you want—Leatherneck, Jarhead, Gyrene, Devil Dog, we've heard 'em all said. Throw us an insult, we'll make it our own, Paint it on a guidon, carve it in stone. Call us what you want, we don't give a damn, We've answered to worse from Uncle Sam. If you're tryin' to offend us, here's how this ends: We'll slap it on a T-shirt and wear it again. [Verse 3] Then somebody hit us with the name "Jarhead," Maybe Dress Blue collars with a jar-shaped head. Maybe they meant empty—hell, nobody knows, But call a Marine one and watch how the story goes. You'd think by now they'd finally realize, Insults don't exactly wound Marine pride. You give us something meant to put us in our place, We'll print ten thousand shirts with an Eagle, Globe and Anchor on the face. [Bridge – Half-Time] Uncle Sam's Misguided Children? We've heard that one. Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Essential? Kinda wordy. Department of the Navy? [Music Stops] Yeah. The Men's Department. [Band Slams Back In] Grunts and pawgs, salty Dogs and boots, Hard Chargers, Moto—pick whichever one suits. Terminal Lance with an E.A.S. grin, We've insulted ourselves better than you'll ever begin. [Verse 4] Then the internet arrived with its greatest attack: "Marines eat crayons!"—that'll get 'em back! They waited for outrage, waited for tears, A Marine looked up and said, "You got any blues in here?" [Music Stops] "I already ate the green." [Band Returns] Now it's crayon cakes and memes across the land, Grown-ass Jarheads with a box in either hand. Your greatest insult became another Marine affair— Now we're arguing which color tastes best in there. [Final Chorus – Gang Vocals] CALL US WHAT YOU WANT—LEATHERNECK, JARHEAD! GYRENE, DEVIL DOG, WE'VE HEARD 'EM ALL SAID! THROW US AN INSULT, WE'LL MAKE IT OUR OWN, PAINT IT ON A GUIDON, CARVE IT IN STONE! CALL US WHAT YOU WANT, WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN, WE'VE ANSWERED TO WORSE FROM UNCLE SAM! IF YOU'RE TRYIN' TO OFFEND US, HERE'S HOW THIS ENDS: WE'LL SLAP IT ON A T-SHIRT AND WEAR IT AGAIN! [Outro – Marching Snare] "Leatherneck?" Marine. "Jarhead?" Marine. "Gyrene?" Marine. "Devil Dog?" Marine. "Crayon eater?" [Pause] Depends what color. [Band Hit] UNITED STATES MARINE! SEMPER FI!