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Ballads of the Rainbow Berets [1]
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Date: 2023-07-22
Parodies of The Ballad of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon her purse
These are fools/Americas worst!
Thousands stormed our capitol that day/ but only one wore the pink beret
Thats why i love and you should read Drew Curtis' Fark.com. That brought this article on.
Ballad of the Green Berets topped the album charts in 1966 and the title track reached number one and number two, respectively, on the pop and country charts. Despite the Hollywood heroism of the hit single, the album offered an occasionally gritty portrait of the war and, unlike Johnny Seay's American Reflections album from the same year, focused on the dedication and hardships of American men and women in Vietnam rather than explicitly political or patriotic concerns. Sadler wrote all of the material himself, and his sentimental vignettes struck a chord with Americans who were desperate for a less-contentious perspective on the war. Greg Adams, All Music Guide
“The Ballad of the Yellow Beret“:
This is a protest against protesters:
Fearless cowards of the U.S.A
Bravely here at home they stay
They watch their friends get shipped away
The draft dodgers of the Yellow Beret
Yellow streaks up and down their spines
Men who gladly stay behind
They won’t fight for the U.S.A
They fought hard for the yellow beret
Men who faint at the sight of blood
Their high heeled boots weren’t meant for mud
The draft board will hear their sob stories today
Only the best will win the yellow beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her yellow beret has met his fate
He’s been drafted for marching in a protest
Leaving her his last request
Put a yellow streak down my sons back
Make sure that he never ever fights back
At his physical have him say he’s gay
Have him win the yellow beret
The yellow beret
Yeah the yellow beret
Ok, sign me up. I got yellow streaks down my pants!
My high heeled boots aren't meant for mud Nope, these boots are made for walking. And that's just what they'll do. One of these fays they'll walk all over the Canadian border.
“Fearless cowards of the USA, they fought hard for the Yellow Beret” Cant make that shit up, but someone did…it should be spineless cowards of the USA and shirked hard for the Yellow beret, at least if I was the writer.
Ballad of the Chickenhawks
Fighting soldiers each day die
Fearless men killed for a lie
Men who must in danger walk
Just to please the Chickenhawks
Chorus:
Yellow bellies, shaky nerves
These are men who didn't serve
As hundreds more die in Iraq
No danger here for the Chickenhawks
Born to live off other's sweat
Loving war, ain't seen it yet
Men who want war round the clock
Courage lacks in the Chickenhawks
(Chorus)
Back at home more wars to plan
A Chickenhawk feels like a man
The widows who are now left
Crying out this last request:
Put yellow wings on my son's chest
His Father was America's best
He never will in danger walk
If he is a Chickenhawk Remember GW bush? Well, fuck him and his F 102.
Courtesy Mark Hoolihan The Marching Song of the Covert Battalions Here we are, seeking out the Reds
Trying to keep the communists in order
Just remember when you're sleeping in your beds
They're only two days drive from the Texas border
How can a country large as ours
Be scared of such a threat
Well if they won't work for us
They're against us you can bet
They may be sovereign countries
But you folks at home forget
That they all want what we've got
But they don't know it yet We're making the world safe for capitalism
Here we come with our candy and our guns
And our corporate muscle marches in behind us
For freedom's just another word for nothing left to sell
And if you want narcotics we can get you those as well
We help the multi-nationals
When they cry out protect us
The locals scream and shout a bit
But we don't let that affect us
We're here to lend a helping hand
In case they don't elect us
How dare they buy our products
Yet still they don't respect us
We're making the world safe for capitalism
If you thought the army
Was here protecting people like yourself
I've some news for you
We're here
Ok i give up on trying copy pasta that.
Landsdale 76
Frightened soldiers from the sky
Screaming "Hell I don't wanna die,
You can have my job and pay,
I'm a chicken any old way!
Silver Wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will jump today
And only three wear the green beret
(The rest will have parachutes)
SILVER WINGS (GREEN FLIGHT PAY)
Silver wings upon my chest,
I fly my chopper above the best.
I can make more dough that way,
But I don't need no green beret.
Tennis shoes upon his feet,
Some folks call him "Sneaky Pete."
He sneaks around the woods all day,
And wears that funny green beret.
It's no jungle floor for me,
I've never seen a rubber tree.
A thousand men will take some test,
While I fly home and take a rest.
And while I fly my chopper home,
I leave him out there all alone.
That is where Green Berets belong,
Out in the jungle writing songs.
And when my little boy is grown,
Don't leave him out there all alone.
Just let him fly and give him pay,
'Cause he can't spend no green beret.
And when my little boy is old,
His silver wings all lined with gold,
He'll also wear a green beret,
In the big parade St. Patrick's Day!
FORT HOOD THREE'S ANSWER TO THE GREEN BERETS
We were asked to fight a war,
We were told to pledge our lives,
We stand firm, said the Ft. Hood Three,
We won't kill the Vietnamese.
Side by side we walk as men,
Brothers one, until the end,
Black and white we think alike,
We will save but not take lives.
For all those who heed our cause,
Tell the world we're not alone,
Rally 'round and help us min,
Stand with us and we'll all came home.
We won't fight a war of lies,
Help us fight for what is right,
We want all the peoples free,
Shout the valiant Fort Hood Three.
MEN WHO DIE
Sing if you will -- to America's best
With silver wings -- upon their chest
Then of pris'ners -- in a torture cell
Sing of the land -- we've made a hell.
On our way -- we bravely go
Toward what end -- we little know
War drums roll -- neath a dark'ning sky
"Come,young men -- your turn to die."
Trained to play the super race
Trained to scorn a darker face
Trained in all the ways to kill
That small nations may know our will.
In a hut a young wife waits
Not knowing what has been his fate
Not knowing if she too will live
Where bombs are what we have to give.
Sing if you will in this bitter hour
Sing of the men gone mad with power
Then of the child, the sun, the grass
Of better days that could came to pass.
But on our way we bravely go
Toward what end we little know,
And war drums roll neath dark'ning sky
"Come,young men, your turn to die."
That ones pretty good. All those from the Italian site antiwar songs .org
Sadlers original
Too jingo for me. I understand the pride of working that hard for something and succeeding, and “De oppresso Liber” is truly noble. If thats all they did, mighta got me.
Then, you have the whole elite unit debate. Sure, Green Berets are going to fuck shit up. But to get even a brigade of them you have to strip 100 companies of Americas best, potentially fucking them over and removing their leadership and competence.
It takes a light hand.
The end of the song is depressing. You just know that kid is going to want to be a gay hairdresser, a sportsball star, scientist, poet or whatever. He'll feel really boxed in. Just sayin'.
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