Only Tom Paxton lyrics I still remember are from his clever talking blues piece, "the Viet Nam Pot Luck Blues", which ends
" So his squad and my squad settled down
and passed som e lovely stuff around.
All too soon it was time to go,
and the Captain got on the radio
and said " Hello Heeead-quarters,
we have met the enemy....
and he has been *smashed*
All about meeting up with a Vietnamese cadre offering
their own special stash ...
"straight from Oncle Ho's victory garden.
We call it Han-noi Gold".
Still brings atremor of an inner chuckle the way Loudon Wainwright III still can.
Cleverr man that Tom Paxton