Parody of “Song of the Shield-Wall”, words by
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This parody was sung on Notes from the Desert
Parody lyrics ©2/14/87 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Parody of “Song of the Shield-Wall”, words by Debra Doyle , music by Melissa Williamson
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|ed and shipped o’er the||Em|
|The white man has called us from||G|
|as and Georgia|
|eastern Asia, his||Em|
|We’ll plug the||C|
|We’ll cut the||C|
Pay heed to the orders that come from the generals.
Obey them or die at an officer’s hand.
The old hanging tree and the long whip of rawhide
Are echoed again in the chain of command.
Give up your life lining rich people’s pockets;
Later, whenever our story is told,
They’ll say that you died guarding what they call dearest:
Land that the sons of the Saxons still hold.
Hasten, young athletes, into the troop ships,
Packed side by side in a dark, smelly hold.
The sons of the Saxons provide you with quarters
More spacious than those in the slave ships of old.
Bitter you’ll find there the loss of your freedom;
Hard-working people too poor to die old
Are granted six feet plus as much as they’re taller
Of land that the sons of the Saxons still hold.
Hasten, mechanics, down to the air base,
Into the planes from whose doors you will jump.
Khomeini the bastard has risen in Persia,
Withholding the oil they pay you to pump.
Fall toward the fields filled with enemy armies,
Pushed by the masters who trained you to kill.
And die for the sons of the Angles and Saxons,
Guarding the land they enslaved you to till.