Well, send me please to Viet Nam I'm a gung-ho fightin' sojer I've lived my life for nineteen years And I don't want to get any older There's a lot of men over there right now dying for this great land we've got And as for the vietnamese that die They don't matter a helluva lot. There's a lotta people in the United States Who wear beads and flowers in their hair We otta draft all them son-of-a-bitches And bring them over here Another thing that we could do 'Bout all them vicious dissenters Is break into their houses some evenin' And murder them over their dinners I'm from Alabama, in KKK land And I don't care who I'm a-fightin' I'll get some gooks in my M-16 sights And strike 'em down like I was lightnin' So, listen to me, you people out there We've got to win this war The man in the White House says there are reasons But I don't really care any more. I like the war in Viet Nam; Killin's a fun type of game. And if you was as good a soldier as me, well buddy you'd feel the same.