Garet Trooper

This is dedicated to the parade field trooper
 Who never leaves that nice soft garrison
 And always looks real pretty
 Now in the war torn jungles of Vietnam
 You'll find a certain kind of man
 You'll see him everywhere
 He's a trooper, a garet trooper
 Yeah, he's five foot four, 228 pounds of blubber
 Got him a nickel plated 45 tied down low, quick draw holster
 Two bandoliers of brasso-ed ammo
 Yeah he's a trooper, a garet trooper
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 He's fought from Saigon to Ninh Thuan
 In every bar that is, and then only with the girls
 And he ain't won one yet
 But he's a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)
 He's got a hip knife, a side knife, a boot knife, a shoulder knife
 And a little bitty one that's a combination flare gun, dinner set,
 and genuine police whistle
 But he's a trooper, a garet trooper
 Now I run into one the other day, He told me a story,
 He said he'd just this minute come back from
 a fifteen day runnin' fight with the Cong
 Said he captured a lot of loot
 You know what I saw when I looked down? A spit shined boot
 Yeah, he's a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)
 Now poor ole pilot come back today
 Half his crew was killed, aircraft shot to hell
 But he don't say much
 He's not a trooper, a garet trooper
 And out in the hills and the jungles and the swamps
 Living like a bunch of dogs
 Are some men wearing funny little green hats
 They stay out there and fight for months on end
 They don't say much 'cause they're not troopers,
 garet troopers (garet troopers)
 And I bet finally, when I leave this war torn land
 The last thing I'll see will be,
 though I may be in a drunken stupor
 I bet it'll be a garet trooper (garet trooper)
 Yeah, they're all over the place
 Ain't hardly worth going to war no more