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.)

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Oh Come On!  Somebody has to know another war song...

Well, It must be about you.
If this is a song, don't quit'cher day job, maestro

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?

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