Stanza 1971

In ol' Songbe the choppers rise From the sling-out pad with sleepy eyes, All filled with special OD goodies-- Frags and doo just for the boonies. We'll convoy up Rt. 309 And build a bridge Where the French one stood. The laterite is packed real tight To support the five-tons through the fight. The peneprime smells oooh just right With body bags stacked in the hootch tonight. So come sing the happy convoy song: Santana is struming and "beer to the front!" "Carry me back to ol' Kambuja," The electric guitars drift o'er the berm. And the sweat is mixed with the three-two beer, Nobody here is filled with fear, And the stars by the thousands stand up to cheer Santana and doo and a breeze from the sea. The rockets are pretty seen from afar.