Lyrics:
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played
store
They were fighting for old Ireland
To claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South from Garryowen
But the sergeant spied
with gay cavalistic symbols
Six foot eight seventeen stone police sergeant Geoff Bull looked jolly convincing
As he sweated and grunted through
The captain's sad and the sergeant too
Guess this war will have to keep
It's enough to make an army weep
Look oh look at his curly head
Time to take him
Go tell the sergeant-major
To get that thing repaired
They're losing their pawns in Asia
There's slaughter in every square
Oh
It's going down
They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette
Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust
His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
You gotta understand,
It's just our bringin' up-ke
That gets us out of hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers
and run away again
Fa Fa Fa Fa Faultered
My My My My own way
Don't ask just repeat the drill
Like an Army sergeant who's had too much coke again
Fa Fa Fa
nothing!
Five star general ranked in the game I don't respect y'all sergeants
I wreck you varmints, eject them comments, and wet y'all garments
I bank
caliber
My calicos, automatically mechanical
Botanical Garden, douja
Fuck a sergeant with my folder
Roll like Red October over Small Soldier
Your
on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sergeant, you nothin' but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin' from the guts like
From the onus he called dad
He'd let the army teach him a trade
Surveying was his bag
Sergeant goat lips was an evil man
Cause his wife was
Go tell the sergeant-major
To get that thing repaired
They're losing their pawns in Asia
There's slaughter in every square
Oh
It's going down
for the sergeant when my passport arrived.
Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black.
Yeah, search the world over for a Euro-trash
believers scholars teachers spiritual leaders
High priests generals sergeants and them rude captains
Lieutenants lower your gimmicks I'm the hip-hopper
drillin' like a sergeant
Some take souls, some sell it like a auction
A whole lotta niggas gettin' locked up (locked)
If they don't, then them niggas get
sergeant has broken down
He's grown senile
He shouts, "kill the bastards," in the night
'Cause he's all out of time
Well, don't hold out, let's make
this song for you,
And it goes la la la, sing it darling, la la la
They got old bill and the sergeant is still out there
Wounded in some shell hole,
Girl.
The CRS on the metro
Shook me down for a bribe.
On my knees for the sergeant
When my passport arrived.
Yeah, I'll search the world
sergeant has broken down
He's grown senile
He shouts, "kill the bastards," in the night
'Cause he's all out of time
Well, don't hold out, let's make
pardon
Only eighteen, and still was fucking with Marvin
Her mother was a schoolteacher, her father was a sergeant
Them chickens in the club, my baby be
Then I heard the sergeant scream,
Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet
[Chorus]
Now my heart is free
My heart is free, and all
Off the water-water, slangin' quarter-quarter
Across the border border, Sergeant Slaughter Slaughter
My Down South niggas, yo we got mad game
And we
And here we sit
Out this tropical storm
Burning pages from your note book
Just to keep your hands warm
In or out of bed
This sergeant shaved my
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