Didn't She Ramble

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Didn't She Ramble  

Oh, we moored in Apra Harbor,
We'd ducked our final bomb,
And there we met the lady known
As Miss VD of Guam.

Chorus:

OH, DIDN'T SHE RAMBLE, RAMBLE,
SHE RAMBLED TILL THE NAVY CUT HER DOWN.

Admiral Nimitz gave the order,
"Better keep your noses clean,"
But Miss VD was waiting
Like a bloody sex machine.

She was the queen of the Chamorros,
The Mariana's pride,
She didn't fornicate us all,
But, Jesus, how she tried.

Her hut was in Agana,
It was mostly mud and grass,
But she made it seem like heaven
With a wriggle of her ass.

Oh, she did it for the Army,
The Marines were happy, too,
But when the Navy came she bit off
More than she could chew.

The crew from off the Maryland
Thought she was mighty fine,
So, after each engagement,
They'd get back into line.

At first she liked the action,
The salvo and the gun,
But we kept it pouring into her
Until she weighed a ton.

We wound up in VD room,
And, Lord, how it did burn,
But though we came out battered,
Lord, we sank her in return.

A simple plaque adorns her grave,
"Miss VD here was sunk,
Foundered on Guam Island
In a sea of Navy spunk."


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