[R. Friedman/J. DeMaio]
I don't know
Well, there's no charge for the haircut
And the bullets come free
My Uncle
Sam sent a letter, said:
He's got a mission for me
Now I'm a ranger, not a stranger
And I live in Saigon
We've got a team of
special forces
And we deliver napalm
But if they tell you that I've lost my mind
Baby it's not gone just a little hard to
find
By the time this letter gets home
I'd be gone, gone, yeah gone
And if they tell you that I'm M.I.A.
Think a little less
about me each day
'Cause if I ever get back
I'll be shell shocked, whoa
Shell shocked, yeah
Feels funny riding in my
car
Used to drive a tank and shoot a B.A.R.
I know I'm home
But I feel gone, gone, yeah gone
Now it's over and the homeland's
safe
Got a purple heart to show the world I'm brave
The businessmen sat at home
Well I got shell shocked, whoa
Shell shocked,
whoa
Shell shock
Shell shock
Shell shock
