Top Songs By The Men of G Company
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Hey Coon Rapids, Minnesota!
I don't nearly have my quota
Of my service to the flag
And FDR!
Yes, sir!
I fix sewage tanks and quookers
Skrewed more boiler plates than hookers
Fought a war and revolution in the barn
Minds a beer!
Hey there, Flagstaff, Arizona!
I was panlife, misfit, loner
Till i signed up for this mighty combad crew
That's us!
I got buddies
I'd lie for
And a push
Would even die for
But you ain't pushing me,
I'm pushing you
I wanted out (I wanted out)
Wanted nothing anymore
In the boonies were I knew I'd never win.
I wanted out (I wanted out)
And the only light I saw
Was the army and I knew I wanted in.
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Hee there, Mobile, Alabama
I don't seen the panorama
Of the army and it ain't no piece of ass.
I got throevity,
Profanny
Ain't no pussy of Miami
I need all my life to be a
Three-day pass
Hey now, Ethel, Mississippi,
Well, the man said take my tippy
He said the army made you manly so i signed
Big mistake!
Where there's platitude
There's liar,
Where there's smoke
There's always fire
And I'm chooking
Cause they don't respect my kind.
One thing I want (One thing I want)
And she'll see me allright
There's a shack up waiting on the edge of town
I want her now (I want her now)
But I'll settle for tonight, golden body and the softness going down.
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Hee there, Oklahoma City
Yeah, the Stakes was pretty shitty
So it didn't take to much for me to sign
But if this is all they muster
They can give it back to custer (oooh)
If I'd listened to my mama I'd be fine (mama)
Hey there, Kansas city, Kansas
Don't you bastards know a man's
As good as company he keeps and nothing more?
Yeah yeah that's right!
But I'm keeping up with losers,
Fakers, thankers, cheaters, cruisers,
It's getting far to dark to find the door.
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
So the army's my family
It feeds me, keeps me well
And the life outside was sure a living hell
So give me my order sergeant
Just don't give me a plan
You've got your volunteer
Got my name and number
I'm your man.
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
Thirty year man
There's no one out there that I miss
No one cares that I exist
Best thing I did was enlist
For thirty years.
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Stuart James Brayson
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