Take care, beware, fire off a warning flare!
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Radio dispatch, romantic mismatch, Coast Guard,
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Right Guard, Come and help a retard
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Battle the swelling waves from the Atlantic's icy age,
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'Cause there's an enemy in sight,
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And a communique; sent scrambled (in the night)
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It says, "B-4, I'm gonna wage a whole war,
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I'll C-2 it that your battleship is sunk way
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Down or run aground." Scrap heap, dead meat,
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As the water rose he heard from down below...
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All his boys say,
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"It's O.K.! We've got a tab at the bar
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That we ain't gonna pay.
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You know we're tough as nails
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And we're gonna stay that way!
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FULL SPEED! AHEAD! Grab the wheel, use your head!
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We're gonna sail fast and
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we're gonna go real, go real far."
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And what we've got is the unsinkable sub-plot
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Of real life fiction taking on a mission-
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Waterloo (Screw you!), WWII (Yeah!).
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Now I know you think that at times it really stinks:
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Booby-trapped love den, hanging out in Ho Chi Minh,
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Midway, on the sea fighting off the Japanese
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[Midway, NO WAY! Kamikaze, go away!]
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(and she says)
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"B-4 I'm gonna wage a whole war,
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I'll C-2 it that your battleship is sunk way down or run aground."
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Scrap heap, dead meat, as the water rose
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He heard from down below...
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All his boys say,
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"It's O.K.! We've got a tab at the bar
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That we ain't gonna pay.
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You know we're tough as nails
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And we're gonna stay that way!
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FULL SPEED! AHEAD! Grab the wheel, use your head!
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We're gonna sail fast and
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we're gonna go real, go real far."
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As far as I know the whole damn crew is in the boiler room,
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Puttin' on the pressure and holding it together,
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I know they got my back, and I know they got yours, too!
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And all his boys say, (Hell yeah!)
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"It's O.K.! We've got a tab at the bar
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That we ain't gonna pay.
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You know we're tough as nails
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And we're gonna stay that way!
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FULL SPEED! AHEAD! Grab the wheel, use your head!
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We're gonna sail fast and
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we're gonna go real, go real far."
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Full Speed Ahead
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Pain (American Band) |