Ballad of the Green Flight Pay
(To the tune of "The Ballad of the Green Berets")
Silver wings upon my chest
Fly my Cobra above the rest
I can make more dough that way
But I can't wear no Green Beret
Jesus sandals upon his feet
Some folks call him Sneaky Pete
Sneaks around the woods all day
And he wears that Green Beret
It's no jungle flora for me
I've never seen a rubber tree
One thousand men will take the test
While I fly home and take a rest
And as I fly my Cobra home
I'll leave them out there so all alone
But that is where "Berets" belong
Deep in the jungles writing songs
And when my little boy is grown
Don't leave him out there all alone
But 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 on Saint Patrick's Day.
Sincerest apologies to the US Army Special Forces
CAV humor
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