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I joined the army at eighteen
Green as grass, thick as pig muck
But when it came to the ladies
I had a bit of luck.
Lying naked under her bed
A pair of boots too close to my head
The dust from her mattress making me wheeze
Trying hard not to sneeze
Praying lord I’m too young to die
I’ll reform, I’ll really try
Then the boots walked away
And I lived to love another day
In celebration of my return to life
I made love once again
With the boot boy’s wife
Green as grass
Thick as pig muck
But when it came to the ladies
I had a bit of luck
Green as grass, thick as pig muck
But when it came to the ladies
I had a bit of luck.
Lying naked under her bed
A pair of boots too close to my head
The dust from her mattress making me wheeze
Trying hard not to sneeze
Praying lord I’m too young to die
I’ll reform, I’ll really try
Then the boots walked away
And I lived to love another day
In celebration of my return to life
I made love once again
With the boot boy’s wife
Green as grass
Thick as pig muck
But when it came to the ladies
I had a bit of luck
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Effeld, West Germany, 1962
Effeld, West Germany, 1962