Jingle Bells, mortar shells
VC in the grass
There'll be no merry Christmas tree
'Til these twelve months have passed.
Jingle Bells, mortar shells
VC in the grass
There'll be no merry Christmas tree
'Til these twelve months have passed.
VC in the grass
There'll be no merry Christmas tree
'Til these twelve months have passed.
Jingle Bells, mortar shells
VC in the grass
There'll be no merry Christmas tree
'Til these twelve months have passed.
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2005/11/27 - 19:19
Language: Italian
Versione italiana di Riccardo Venturi
27 novembre 2005
27 novembre 2005
Campanelli tintinnanti, proiettili per mortaio,
bombe al napalm sull'erba
non ci sarà più nessun albero di Natale
finché questi dodici mesi non saranno passati.
Campanelli tintinnanti, proiettili per mortaio,
bombe al napalm sull'erba
non ci sarà più nessun albero di Natale
finché questi dodici mesi non saranno passati.
bombe al napalm sull'erba
non ci sarà più nessun albero di Natale
finché questi dodici mesi non saranno passati.
Campanelli tintinnanti, proiettili per mortaio,
bombe al napalm sull'erba
non ci sarà più nessun albero di Natale
finché questi dodici mesi non saranno passati.
Language: English
Testo trovato su Mudcat
JUNGLE BELLS
Dashing through the mud, in a Jeep that should be junk
O'er the roads we go, half of us are drunk
Wheels on dirt roads bounce, making asses sore
Lord I'd rather go to hell than finish out this tour.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Christmas time is here, as everybody knows
People think it's dear, GI's think it blows
All at home are gay, children are at play
While we stuck out here so goddamn far away.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
The moral of this song, it's plain as it can be
Please no midnight carols sing, and screw your Christmas tree
There's one thing left to say, before we have to leave
Vietnam is not the place to be on Christmas Eve
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Dashing through the mud, in a Jeep that should be junk
O'er the roads we go, half of us are drunk
Wheels on dirt roads bounce, making asses sore
Lord I'd rather go to hell than finish out this tour.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Christmas time is here, as everybody knows
People think it's dear, GI's think it blows
All at home are gay, children are at play
While we stuck out here so goddamn far away.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
The moral of this song, it's plain as it can be
Please no midnight carols sing, and screw your Christmas tree
There's one thing left to say, before we have to leave
Vietnam is not the place to be on Christmas Eve
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/12/3 - 10:14
Language: English
few adjustments to the original
Dashing through the mud, in a Jeep that should be junk
O'er the roads we go, half of us are drunk
Wheels on dirt roads bounce, making asses sore
Lord I'd rather go to hell than finish out this war.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Christmas time is here, as everybody knows
People think it's dear, GI's think it blows
All at home are gay, children are at play
While we all are stuck out here so goddamn far away.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
The moral of this song, it's plain as it can be
Please no midnight carols sing, and screw your Christmas tree
There's one thing left to say, before we have to leave
Vietnam is not the place to be on Christmas Eve
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
O'er the roads we go, half of us are drunk
Wheels on dirt roads bounce, making asses sore
Lord I'd rather go to hell than finish out this war.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Christmas time is here, as everybody knows
People think it's dear, GI's think it blows
All at home are gay, children are at play
While we all are stuck out here so goddamn far away.
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
The moral of this song, it's plain as it can be
Please no midnight carols sing, and screw your Christmas tree
There's one thing left to say, before we have to leave
Vietnam is not the place to be on Christmas Eve
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
We'll get no Merry Christmas cheer until this year has passed
Jungle bells, mortar shells, VC in the grass
Take your Merry Christmas cheer and shove it up your ass.
Contributed by Deven-chi - 2022/2/16 - 18:26
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Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh,
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Aggiungiamo che la canzoncina, per la cronaca, è stata scritta da un poeta piuttosto famoso, John Pierpont (1785-1866), esattamente nel 1859.
Negli anni della guerra del Vietnam, qualcuno (non si sa esattamente chi) compose una leggera e terribile modifica del famoso ritornello, che qui presentiamo riprendendola dal Mudcat Café, il "repository" mondiale della canzone popolare in lingua inglese.