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Ballad Of The Green Berets (A Parody)

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OriginaleAncora un'altra parodia, di Leda Randolph
BALLAD OF THE GREEN BERETS (A PARODY)

Frightened soldiers from the sky
Screaming "Hell I don't wanna die,
You can have my job and pay,
I'm a chicken any old way!

Silver Wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will jump today
And only three wear the green beret
(The rest will have parachutes)
MEN WHO DIE

Sing if you will -- to America's best
With silver wings -- upon their chest
Then of pris'ners -- in a torture cell
Sing of the land -- we've made a hell.

On our way -- we bravely go
Toward what end -- we little know
War drums roll -- neath a dark'ning sky
"Come,young men -- your turn to die."

Trained to play the super race
Trained to scorn a darker face
Trained in all the ways to kill
That small nations may know our will.

In a but a young wife waits
Not knowing what has been his fate
Not knowing if she too will live
Where bombs are what we have to give.

Sing if you will in this bitter hour
Sing of the men gone mad with power
Then of the child, the sun, the grass
Of better days that could came to pass.

But on our way we bravely go
Toward what end we little know,
And war drums roll neath dark'ning sky
"Come,young men, your turn to die."


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