Sailing over to Vietnam,

Southeast Asian Birmingham.

Well training is the word we use,

Nice word to have in case we lose.

Training a million Vietnamese

To fight for the wrong government and the American Way.



Well they put me in a barracks house

Just across the way from Laos.

They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy

But don't turn your back on your house boy

When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong.



Well the sergeant said it's time to train

So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane.

We flew above the battle ground

A sniper tried to shoot us down.

He must have forgotten, we're only trainees.

Them Commies never fight fair.



Friends the very next day we trained some more

We burned some villages down to the floor.

Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide,

Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide.

Threw all the people in relocation camps,

Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free.



Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend

Who should I meet but President Diem.

Said you're fighting to keep Vietnam free

For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy).

That means rule by one family

And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few

Thousand.

American.

Troops.



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