Bye Bye

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Bye Bye 

Pack up all your balls and kits
My pack mules is up to shit
Bye bye packer

Stew for breakfast. Stew for tea
No more bloody stew for me
Bye bye packer

No more hiking over mountains
We'll be drinking Foster's out of fountains.
No more blanko no more brass
You can shove them up your ass
Packer bye bye.

Beans for breakfast. Beans for tea.
No more flaming beans for me
Bye bye Bunna [?]

The CO does not love or understand us
He only loves the bull shit that he hands us
Toodle-i-loo a

Stick this place right up your ass.
Bunna  [?] bye bye.

Pack up all your cares and woes,
Here I go, singing low,
Bye, bye, Saigon.

Where the slopeheads smile at me,
Beer is cheap, so's Saigon Tea,
Bye, bye Saigon.

None of these slopes don't care or understand me;
For shekels all they do is hang around me;
So kiss my ass and light my light,
I'm pissing off late tonight,
Saigon, Bye bye.

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