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Australian Crawl - Trouble Spot Rock lyrics
Im a guerrilla with a jungle language A jungle jimmy with a jungle jeans I keep-a loose with a battle fatigue Gimme gimme gimme jungle scenes I wanna do some mid east cruisin Meet an arab sheik with an M16 But ill never get past Elwood The best dressed trouble shooter You've ever seen Give me a rifle and some beaujolais Those trouble spots they're all so far away I will be on the road to mandalay You want trouble, i'll give you trouble Your gonna love it alot I could be a sailor, sailin' on the sea I could be a soldier, real fine mercenary I could be an airman, bomb the enemy, the enemy I'm gonna get your body I'm gonna take your life I'm gonna stab your body With my general issue knife I am killer, a soldier of fortune I ride the jeeps in my jungle greens I raid a village and napalm the elders A revolutionary, hey where you been? Give me a carbine and a packed lunch I'll go and join the mercenary bunch Oh, i gotta follow my hunch You want trouble, I'll give you trouble Your gonna love it alot I could be a sailor, sailin' on the sea I could be a soldier, real fine mercenary I could be an airman, bomb the enemy, the enemy I'm gonna get your body I'm gonna take your life I'm gonna stab your body With my general issue knife |
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