Ballad Of The Green Berets (A Parody)
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Originale | Ancora 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." |