Vietnam was after my WW ll era but they like all military people, compose ditty's to sing or chant to pass the time of day.
Driving down the road,
In a Jeep that should be junk,
Bouncing down the road,
Most of us are drunk.
Jeep on dirt roads bounce
Making asses sore
Lord I'd sooner go to Hell,
Then finish out this tour,
Oh, Jungle Bells, Mortar Shells, VC in the grass,
Take your merry christmas cheer, and shove it up your ass....
Oh Jingle bells, mortar shells, V.C. in the grass.
We’ll get no Merry Christmas, until this tour is passed.
Oh Jingle bells, mortar shells, V.C. in the grass.
Take your homemade Christmas pies and shove them up
your ass.
Oh Jingle Bells, mortar shells VC in the grass.
There'll be no merry Christmas tree
'Til these twelve months have passed.
Oh jingle bells, mortar shells Santa Clause is dead.
I just took my M16 and Shot him in the head!
Oh jingle bells, mortar shells VC in the grass
Take your F-in Christmas Tree And shove it up your ass.”
There were more but memory is fading in the golden years.
Driving down the road,
In a Jeep that should be junk,
Bouncing down the road,
Most of us are drunk.
Jeep on dirt roads bounce
Making asses sore
Lord I'd sooner go to Hell,
Then finish out this tour,
Oh, Jungle Bells, Mortar Shells, VC in the grass,
Take your merry christmas cheer, and shove it up your ass....
Oh Jingle bells, mortar shells, V.C. in the grass.
We’ll get no Merry Christmas, until this tour is passed.
Oh Jingle bells, mortar shells, V.C. in the grass.
Take your homemade Christmas pies and shove them up
your ass.
Oh Jingle Bells, mortar shells VC in the grass.
There'll be no merry Christmas tree
'Til these twelve months have passed.
Oh jingle bells, mortar shells Santa Clause is dead.
I just took my M16 and Shot him in the head!
Oh jingle bells, mortar shells VC in the grass
Take your F-in Christmas Tree And shove it up your ass.”
There were more but memory is fading in the golden years.
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