Jesus Christ, it's hot out here
But I'm a lucky mother tip of the spear
Give me water and cannon fodder
Get me outta this stinking CHU
I been thru Basra, fucked up Fallujah
Sadr City, Mosul
There weren't no chocolates, no pretty flowers
Just kill them all or we die
Ya la la, yalla yalla
Ya la la, yalla yalla
Ya la la, yalla yalla
Ya la la, yalla yalla
At bombaconda, the Hajjis missed me
Send them on their way to paradise
Whiskey tango foxtrot gunners
Too many pogues in the way
No R&R in Kuwait City
Abu Dhabi, Dubai
I want my boots on, my battle rattle
When it's my time to die
Ya la la, yalla yalla
Ya la la, yalla yalla
Ya la la, yalla yalla
Ya la la, yalla yalla
I had a girl her name was Gwendolyn Wanda
She rocked my world, she loved my anaconda
I had a girl, her name was Alda Salas
We never stopped, she'd holler yalla yalla
I had a girl Nantucket, Massachusetts
She had a lisp, but man her ass was perfect
I had a girl, her name was Alda Salas
I couldn't stop, she'd holler yalla yalla
I had a girl, she volunteered for PETA
She liked my gun, all fifty millimeters
I had a girl, she liked to live with danger
She liked it best when it was with a stranger
I had a girl her name was Gwendolyn Wanda
She rocked my world, she loved my anaconda
I had a girl, Nantucket Massachusetts
She had a lisp, but man her ass was perfect
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