Richard Thompson Yankee Go Home
G.I. Joe put your gun away The sun is setting on another day Why don't you leave me alone Yankee Go Home They're burning effigies out in the street Man the lifeboats, sound the retreat Pentagon's on the Phone Yankee Go Home You can't just kiss and run away There ain't enough money on a sergeant's pay When the dance hall girl you banged's in the family way You turned my sister into a whore With a pair of silk stockings from the P.X. store Why don't you leave use alone Yankee Go Home My girlfriend won't talk to me Since she met with a sailor from the land of the free I'm tired of being alone Yankee Go Home I've lost count of the chewing gum that I've had And vodka-cola make my teeth go bad We'll handle this on our own Yankee Go Home Dow Jones going into a stall Spray paint saying it on every wall The climb was fine, now it's time to decline and fall Overpaid, oversexed and over here get smart, gringo, disappear The Hun's at the gates of Rome Yankee Go Home
