VIETNAM ALL OVER AGAIN
By Bob Coltman
Tune: Ballin' the Jack

Cho:
Oh you load up your gun, you think you'll have fun,
A bomb hits you in your doodle dum dum,
You pinwheel in the air with style and grace
With your intestines draped all over your face,
You're lyin' there in the desert sand,
Beginnin' to think war ain't so grand,
You ain't got the strength of one--let alone ten--
An' it's Vietnam all over again!

1.
The wackos at the top goin' slippety slop,
Laughin' like hell to watch you drop,
Everybody askin', Why, Sir, why?
Oh, I don't know, I like to watch 'em die,
What'd these Iraqis do to me?
They're just like me, as far as I can see,
They say we'll pull out, they don't say when--
And it's Vietnam all over again!

Now they're talkin' 'bout extending the war,
And we still don't know what we're fightin' for,
They call it freedom and democracy,
But where's the freedom and democracy for me?
I'm just a grunt, sent to the front,
To be blunt, it's just a damn witch hunt,
This war is just like heroin--
It's the Vietnam Habit all over again!