The Murtha Hym!
From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli,
I'll bleed our nation's forces, to please my friend, Nancy.
First to run from duty and honor, and to keep my wallet green,
I have disgraced the Corps and earned the title: ex-United States Marine.
My hand is offered to every sleaze, from Code Pink to crazy Muslim,
I've been bought in every clime and place where I could take a sum.
In the snow of far off northern lands and in sunny tropic scene,
You'll find me always on the take, the ex-United States Marine.
Here's to wealth for me and to my whore, who I have vowed to serve,
In many a strife we've run for our life and never found our nerve.
If the Army or the Navy ever look on Heaven's scene,
They’ll find the streets will be devoid of the ex-United States Marine.
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