Good Morning, Vietnam / Hello Tigerland (v2.2, other ending to fade-out)

Good Morning, Vietnam / Hello Tigerland (v2.2, other ending to fade-out)

2024-04-28

Criado por Alex at EMS com Udio AI

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Good Morning, Vietnam / Hello Tigerland (v2.2, other ending to fade-out)

2024-04-28

Lyrics

[spoken] Yeah, well ... this is one about poor allegories. I think it's safe to say that .. nobody likes war; .. and sure as shit nobody liked the nasty bizniz in The Nam. ... You'd have to be insane to, right? ... But on the upside, there were some really awesome movies inspired by all that ... grizzly, gory goin. ... And somtimes, .. I godda say, .. it almost feels like we're in one of em. Here we go [Verse] It's not Curnel Kurtz were chasin', and this ain't the River Nung, and we wouldn't ever call nobody gook. The bullet hail around us merely mails and change requests and such, no Claymore mines for us, just bugs. [Bridge] Hey, we know it ain't real; all we've seen of it was reels, and we mean no disrespect at all, being happy it ain't real. But even tho it's not the really evil real deal, sometimes it just seems awful close to being up there on the screen. [Chorus] Good Morning, Viet-näm, Hello, Tiger-Land; diff'rent jungle that we rumble, but you may understand. Never been to Saigon, never seen the MeKong, just some overweening symbolism cast into song. [Verse] Well, it surely ain't no Napalm that we smell in the morn'; and we don't give a damn if Charlie surfs. But even if you deem us lowly office jocks or nerds, we just the same must hold our turf. [B-Part] Oh when you say Full Metal Jacket we reply Lost Data Packet. When you say Hamburger Hill we will think of ecks-emm-ell. We're not soldiers, nor Deer Hunters, just ship product by the hundreds; no First Blood, no Rescue Dawn, only feeds that must feed on. [Chorus] Good Morning, Viet-näm, Hello, Tiger-Land; diff'rent jungle that we rumble, but you may understand. Never been to Saigon, never seen the MeKong, just some overweening symbolism cast into song. [Outro] We know we ain't no Platoon, ain't drowning inda Monsoon, but the deluge we handle also ain't child's play. (Uh-oh) A- pocalypse Now? (Ha!) We a- vert it somehow; saving yet another day. [spoken] all day ... ev'ry day. ... Hoo-fuckin'-ray. [Stop]