Army flyers aren't seen o 'er the seas.
But we're in the lousy Marine Corps,
so we get these dang CVEs.
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
The Midway has thousand foot runways,
the Leyte eight hundred and ten.
We'd still not have much of a carrier,
with two of ours laid end to end.
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
the guys that make carriers
Our catapult shots are so hairy,
our catapult gear is red hot,
It never goes off when you're ready.
It al ways goes off when you're not.
The guys that make carriers
The guys that make carriers are nuts.
We envy the boys on the big ones
And we trade in a minute or two
Try do ing the things that we do
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts
The guys that make carriers
Cuts and guts, cuts and guts,
Someday when this fracas is over,
and back at El Toro we'll be,
We'll load up with rockets and napalm,
and we'll sink every damn CVE.
Cots and Guts, Cots and Guts,
The guys that make carriers
Cots and Guts, Cots and Guts,
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