Vietnam rainy seasons,
Mortar fire reasons,
Too tired to quit,
Just rest for a bit.
Patty tilts her head,
Her face turning red,
Was it something you said?
In this rice bed?
Some tropical bird sings,
While rifle fire rings,
And wedding rings fade,
With the promises made.
Prom night dances,
Backseat advances,
Uncle Sam gave me a gun,
And now I can't run.
Footsteps approaching,
Parents reproaching,
I used to eat Chun-King,
Now I taste blood-fling.
White rice wedding show,
Something I will never know,
Patty melts in my dreams,
Yellow faces hear my screams.
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