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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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