Oh they taught me how to kill, Then they stuck me on this hill, I don’t like it anymore. For all the monsoon rains Have scrambled up my brains, I’ve had a belly-full of war. Oh the sun is much too hot, And I’ve caught jungle rot, I don’t like it anymore. I’m tired and terrified, I just want to stay alive, I’ve had a belly-full of war. So you can march upon Hanoi, Just forget this little boy, I don’t like it anymore. For as I lie here with a pout, My intestines hanging out, I’ve had a belly-full of war.
