See the family beside the stream,
flyin' high and feelin' mean.
Pick one out and watch 'em scream,
Yo, Oh! Napalm, it sticks to kids.

See the hippies upon the hills
Smokin' grass and poppin' pills.
Don't they know that drugs can kill,
Yo, Oh! Napalm, it sticks to kids.

See the women beside the river,
washin' clothes and cookin' dinner.
Pick one out and watch her quiver,
Yo, Oh! Napalm, it sticks to kids.

See the baby in its mother's arms,
Ain't never done no one no harm.
Barbecue baby ain't got no charm,
Yo, Oh! Napalm, it sticks to kids.

See the orphans in the school,
Don't they know that they're all fools.
Burnin' flesh, it smells so cool.
Yo, Oh! Napalm, it sticks to kids.

See the kiddies in the street
Cryin' and lookin' for som'in to eat.
Drop trick toys that look real neat
Blow up in their face and make 'em all meat.

See the choppers come and go,
Oh they're flyin' much too low.
Rotor blades are not too slow.
Heads go flyin' to and fro. 18

18 This cadence and similar cadences in the appendix were performed at the Naval Academy from the early
'70s, but recent years have seen efforts to prohibit them. Although not as popular as they once were, they
continue to be called in basic training programs.

Carol Burke, "Marching to Vietnam", The Journal of American Folklore, 1989.

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