Jingle Bells (Vietnam)
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| 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. | 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. |
