Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

The platoon is all here,
And they're loaded with beer,
We've got every supply that we could steal,
Our whistles are wet,
And it's time to forget,
Because the horrible truth ain't real.

So let the band start on playin',
Forget what Colonel Brink was sayin',
How can you do wrong when you get paid to kill?
So come on out of your cake and,
Get down and just shake it,
For Barnacle Bill's last thrill.

The captain's asleep,
So he won't miss his jeep,
While the company C boys bring the surprise,
There'll be no talk about doom,
As long as we're in the room,
And now it's time to uncover his eyes.

So let the band start on playin',
Forget what Colonel Brink was sayin',
How can you do wrong when you get paid to kill?
So come on out of your cake and,
Get down and just shake it,
For Barnacle Bill's last thrill.

Far enough,
We haven't gone far enough,
The party must go on while there's still someone standing,
Let yourself go,
The commies don't have to know,
Tonight the problems of the free-world aren't too demanding.

So let the band start on playin',
Forget what Colonel Brink was sayin',
How can you do wrong when you get paid to kill?
So come on out of your cake and,
Get down and just shake it,
For Barnacle Bill's last thrill.