The melody has long since been lost but here are the words to ....

I'D LIKE TO FIND THE GUY THAT NAMED THE COAST GUARD

By Chris Yachic

 

Many a Coast Guardsman, staring from the deck of his ship at the soft hills of Ireland or the coral and palm of some far pacific atoll, has wondered what coast "they" had in mind when they named his service. The question occurred to Lieutenant Scott Wilson, USCGR, veteran of the invasion of Saipan one day in the spring of 1943 and he began to hum some words. He talked it over with Chris Yacich, SP1c who had some song writing experience and the latter wrote the song. It was first played on a New Orleans radio program by the Eighth Naval District Coast Guard Band and a few months later was presented on a radio network from New York.

 

I'D LIKE TO FIND THE GUY THAT NAMED THE COAST GUARD

I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard,

And find the bit of coast he had in mind.

I wonder if he's telling where invasion barges roar;

The coast we are shelling on a South Pacific shore.

Whenever troops invade, we're there to land 'em

With LCI's and LST's galore.

With the shot and shell are raining,

Won't somebody start explaining.

Oh I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard.

 

CHORUS:

I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard

And find the bit of coast he had in mind.

Whatever he was thinking is a thing that puzzles me,

When submarines are sinking in the middle of the sea.

And I am dodging enemy torpedos,

Or land troops upon a foreign shore,

Then I'll have my salty yearning,

While my hands my gun are burning,

Oh I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard.

 

I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard

And find the bit of coast he had in mind.

It wasn't on the tanker we'd protect from submarines,

The coast at Casablanca wasn't soft by any means.

I couldn't find it on the beach at Attu,

I couldn't find it at Guadalcanal

If he thinks the name will rate it,

Where the hell can I locate it.

Oh I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard.

 

I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard

And find the bit of coast he had in mind.

I spent my time in sneezin' in the icy Greenland night

The while my knees are freezin'; and there's not a coast in sight.

No gals, no grub, no place to scrub each mornin'

Just icy fles and Eskimos and seals,

From my ears the ice is fallin' while my weary voice is callin'

Oh I'd like to find the guy that named the Coast Guard.

 

 

From This -*?#!@*? Was The Coast Guard by Esther Stormer ©1985 Reprinted by Permission

Return to Coast Guard Stories