When I came out of my mother's womb,
I found myself in a delivery room.
All bloody and wet I repelled to the floor,
cut the umbilical and crawled to the door.
Cruise the ward and I'm a looking good,
baby little marine like I should.
Camouflage diaper, black baby shoes,
butter knife sword, baby dress blues.
Hum-v stroller, tricycle tank,
three diaper pins on my collar for rank.
Down the hall I heard some crying like heck,
walked right in called attention on deck.
I said listen up wimps I'm in command,
all your cryin' and sniveling I will not stand.
They said aye aye sir and I had it made,
I was commanding officer of the baby brigade.