| Grex > Enigma > #139: A War Song |  |
| A War Song | 
Nov 26 02:53 UTC 1993 |
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen, And I always carry a purse. My eyes are bad, My feet are flat, And my asthma's gettin' worse. Consider my carrer, My sweetheart dear, My poor old whistlin; aunt. I ain't no fool, I'm a going to school, and working in a defense plant! (reprise until your throat is dry or someone tells you to shut up.)
| response 1 of 3: |
Nov 27 16:35 UTC 1993 |
Oh Come On! Somebody has to know another war song...
| response 2 of 3: |
Nov 28 03:22 UTC 1993 |
Well, It must be about you. If this is a song, don't quit'cher day job, maestro
| response 3 of 3: |
Nov 28 15:42 UTC 1993 |
The only incestious act I ever commited would have been with a cousin, not an aunt. I didn't write the song, I just publicized it. It's an Anti-Draft song. Don't you get it?