Anne -

I hate to say this, but this is the only song I ever heard my friends bring back from Nam.

When Johnny comes home in a plastic bag, Hurrah, Hurrah.

When Johnny comes home in a plastic bag, Hurrah, Hurrah.

When Johnny comes home in a plastic bag, We'll all turn out in the streets and gag

And we'll all be dead by Christmas time next year.

Hey, I'm not making this up.