We usually called the first one 96 Beers.
Last Train to Clarksville
Wild Thing (to which we routinely appended "You make my crank sting.")
I got out in late 67 and never heard Dock of the Bay until I got to San Francisco in early 68.
These were from the juke box at the Central Char Broiled Food Restauarant in our homeport Newport RI, not AFR in Viet Nam. Destroyer crews didn't have the same routine discomforts as ground forces in SE Asia, nor the same routine proximity of mortality. Probably affected the music mix some:)
    Carter, about 60 miles north of Oly.