Green cargo strap between me and my gun,
the truck and gun bounce up and down artillery goes rolling along,
all is quiet , everyone holding on for dear life, bounce bounce bounce
as the wheels go round and round, up and down.
Truck drops and we fly up,
Egg out of crate.
"Where is the willie pete?" loud like a banshee is heard, "Where is he?" Again the banshee screams , "It is on his knees."
Willie Pete on my knees , could open up and melt my feet.
Saved the day , or rather night. Few days later
twilight bright, as Iraqis die from willie pete
the truck and gun bounce up and down artillery goes rolling along,
all is quiet , everyone holding on for dear life, bounce bounce bounce
as the wheels go round and round, up and down.
Truck drops and we fly up,
Egg out of crate.
"Where is the willie pete?" loud like a banshee is heard, "Where is he?" Again the banshee screams , "It is on his knees."
Willie Pete on my knees , could open up and melt my feet.
Saved the day , or rather night. Few days later
twilight bright, as Iraqis die from willie pete
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