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Well I was just a young boy and turnin' eighteen,
Gettin' outta high school, back then was really keen,
Workin' here and workin' there, couple years or so,
Waitin' to hear from Uncle Sam, sayin' I gotta go,
I tried to join the Air Force, hearin' wasn't good,
Turned around, walked away, said I understood,
A year went by, workin' hard, havin' lotsa fun,
Greetings came from Uncle Sam, come on get a gun,
Well I had my own plans and Army wasn't it,
So I joined the Air Force, I'm not without wit,
Well a shootin' and a marchin', classes  everyday,
Learnin' 'bout computers on so little pay,
Well orders came, goodbye states, gotta catch a flight,
Southeast Asia, here I come, get ready for a fight,
War is hell, the smell is bad, your stomache inside out,
Politicians lie, buddies die, what's it all about?
Economy's bad, money tight, whatcha gonna do?
Police action or a war, or maybe just a coup!

So support your politician, in their time of need,
Because they really need you --- to support their greed!

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