Last night we had a fire fight
M-60 tracers fire though the night
The sound of mortars crashing over head
When I looked around all my friends were dead
Well out comes Charlie from a muddy lake
I had to cut em' up with my gerber blade
I will tell you no lie
Cross my heart and I hope to die
Two little legs in a field of wheat
So I called it up and sang willie-pete
I will tell you no lie
Cross my heart and I hope to die
Ask sergeant major he saw it all