Ballad of the Viet Cong
[by William E. Shaw (1971); tune of "Ballad of the Green Berets"]
Fighting soldiers
From the trees
These are men
Who'll kill with ease
They must fight
For they belong
To Ho Chi Minh
They're the Viet Cong
Truck tire sandals
On his feet
A bag of rice
For him to eat
Baggy shorts
And his AK
So he can hit
Then run away
Trained to live
Off our G.I.s
They're living high
On our supplies
Hide by day
In tunnels long
But by night
They're the Viet Cong
Back in Hanoi
A young wench waits
Her Victor Charlie
Has met his fate
He has died
For those obsessed
Leaving her
This last request
Make our son
Wear black P.J.s
Train him in
Our nasty ways
Warp his mind
So he'll become
A guerrilla soldier
Of North Viet Nam
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