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Dinkie Die circa Korea Way up in Korea midst rocks, ice and snow The poor Chinese commie is feeling so low, As our Corsairs roar by overhead He knows that his buddies will all soon be dead Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, He knows that his buddies will all soon be dead. Ming Pao went up to cold Koto Ri His prize Chinese army in action to see, He said that no battle his soldiers could loose But all that he found were their hats and their shoes. Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, But all that he found were their hats and their shoes. Now uncle Joe Stalin your stooges have found It just doesn't pay to invade foreign ground, When you disturb the serene Asian calm You've brought on the rockets, the bombs and napalm. Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, You've brought on the rockets, the bombs and napalm. So here's to P'yongyang and to old Hagaru To Kumh-wa and Kaesong and Uijonbu To all Gyrene pilots and Carriers at sea And the Death Rattler's Squadron, old three-twenty-three. Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, Dinkie die, Dinkie Dinkie die, And the Death Rattler's Squadron, old three-twenty-three.
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