Here come the choppers, 1 2 3.
It's all part of my fantasy.
I love the napalm
And I love to see the crowd.
Stumblin' through the jungle,
And screamin' out loud.....yea
Here come the wart hogs, one by one.
Your base is callin' but you're having fun.
You find your firin' from the number 9 cloud.
Pull your gees together now, and yell it out loud.
It's all part of my lock and load fantasy.
It's all part of my lock and load dream.
It's all part of my lock and load fantasy.
It's all part of my lock and load dream.
Fire off the rockets, one and all,
And let the killin' get down to your soul.
The war is so loud, you can hear the sound
Reaching for the sky, churnin' up the ground.
It's all part of my lock and load fantasy.
It's all part of my lock and load dream.
It's all part of my lock and load fantasy.
It's all part of my lock and load dream.
Author notes
I've actually had this in my head for a long time. The reason soldiers call getting ready to use their rifles 'rock and roll' is that is actually 'lock and load' with a Vietnamese accent. Dedicated to the Israeli forces who seem to be living out their lock and load fantasies; killing innocent Palestinians with high tech weapons thanks to the Yank taxpayers. Maybe I should rewrite If I Had A Rocket Launcher too, 'cause if I did some Israelis would surely die. All I can think of though is, 'If I Had A Raunchy Locker'. Apologies to Bad Company and Bruce Cuckburn.
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