Songs We Sang on the Bus

Gray and White Corps

Oh when that Gray and White Corps falls in line,

You’ll know they’re out to win another time,

For dear old Osmond Post and we will yell,

And when we yell, we’ll yell, yell, yell, yell, yell like hell,

And we will fight, fight, fight for Osmond Post,

And we will do our best to win,

For dear old Osmond Post and we will yell,

For dear old Osmond Post!

Onward Men of Osmond 

(To the melody of Onward Christian Soldiers)

Onward men of Osmond, Marching with your feet in the air,

Wth old Hymie Walker, Leading us in prayer,

Don’t you sing those dirty songs, they’re no good for you,

If you want to go to hades, you know what to do.

Onward men of Osmond, Marching with your feet in the air,

Wth old Hymie Walker, Leading us in prayer.

We’re the Boys from Osmond Post

Oh, we’re the Boy’s from Osmond Post, We bother not with trifles,

We hang our b----, upon the walls, and shoot them down with rifles,

We beat our wives with butcher knives and feed our babys pickles,

We wipe our ass with broken glass, because we think it tickles.

As we go marching, and the band begins to P_L_A_Y,

You’ll hear them shouting, the Raggety Ass Cadets are on their way!

Don’t Send your son down to McCall

Don’t send my son down to McCall, The dying mother said,

Nor down to Darby 214, I’d rather see him dead,

and as for dear old Osmond Post he’s better off in Hell!

The Hurricane song 

(Words by Tommy Ward)

(Melody was 1953 Mystery March #3

We  are the Corps that was caught in a Hurricane,

Caught in a Hurricane in Florida,

We  are the Corps that was caught in a Hurricane,

Caught in a Hurricane for a day,

We blew in and we blew right out with another National Championship!

The BBA   (The Fabled Better Batters Association)

(Sung to the tune of Lonesome Road)

BBA, have you had yours today, I had mine yesterday!

Look down, look down, the crowded aisles,

Where the BBA men sit,

They’re here, they’re there, they’re everywhere,

They’re the men from the BBA.

Now we have no companions, and we have no girlfriends,

But they’re here, they’re there, they’re everywhere,

They’re the men from the BBA.

Horsey keep your tail up!

Horsey keep your tail up! Horsey keep your tail up!

Keep the sun out of my eyes,

Horsey keep your tail up! Horsey keep your tail up!

Never mind about the flies.

Now his mane is long and his hair is thick,

But oh my golly what a  _____  _____!

There’s an Osmond Trailer Rolling

(to the melody of “Long, Long Trail Awinding)

There’s an Osmond trailer rolling,

down Spring Garden Street

with all our hats upon it

and the drums for us to beat.

To see the look on Hymies face

as he turned in his seat

to see the trailer passing by

on old Spring Garden street.