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The Reserves' Lament circa Korea We won't forget Korea and we can't forget old Guam For Syngman Rhee and Stalin, they made us feel at home They saved their biggest fireworks until the Marine Reserves came through And all we got was a crock of turds from you and you and you. The mortars were terrific and the small arms were intense The flyboys bombed the front lines and the gobs stood on the fence The regulars took the desk jobs, the Reserves were called en masse And they knew that the Marine Reserves were there to save their ass. Then Congress sent a tour around and they loaded up with Scotch While they were really living, we had forties up the crotch They cried, let's kill the bastards, let's drive them to their knees But their weren't any Congressmen in the list of casualties. We love you dear old U.S.A. with all our aching hearts That why we joined the damned Reserves and tried to do our parts And we won't cry or squawk because we're fighting all alone Someday the regulars may come and then we'll all go home. I'm going to raise a family when this cruel war is through I hope I'll have a bouncing boy to tell my stories to But if someday when he grows up he joins the Marine Reserves I'll kick his ass from dawn to dusk 'cause that's what he'll deserve.
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