WW III Songtext
von Blaze Foley

I′m gonna do this song. I did this last night, too, but I was, uh...

It's called WW3. Another thing that′s kind of strange
To me is John Tower is the Secretary of Defense
He's not even as tall as a fence post. What's he gonna
Do about defense? The top wire go over his head, man
He got him a PhD!
I saw him on the airplane once, when I was a youngster, and he had
A little apple crate under his feet, sitting in first class, so his
Feet would touch something, and drinking, like, double martinis

Whatever that is. He′ll have to get a phone book to step up on to
Push the button. Little shithead, pardon my French. Anyway, this is
Called, uh, WW3. Have you ever noticed that they′re advertising
Joining the army as much as they are
Uh, shredded wheat? That costs money


I've been thinking, Uncle Sam, it′s time we went to war. Been so long
Since Vietnam, tell me what you're waiting for. If you don′t hurry
Sure enough, all these kids will be grown up, be too old to die
For you, so get 'em if you′re going to. Ain't been much excitement
On, evening news and way too long. Let's break out our submarines
Blow some place to smithereens. Russians and the Cubans, too, have
Been making fun of you. They call you a chicken shit, and I′m just
Sick and tired of it. I′m too old, so I can't go. Don′t want you to
Worry, though. Patriotic as can be, sing my country 'tis of thee

If you don′t know who to get first, you can't figure who′s the worst
Why not blow 'em both away? They'll be careful what they say
Won′t nobody call you names. They know you′ll blow out their brains
Show the world how big your gun, show 'em how the West was won
Happy birthday, fine young man. Take your letter in your hand
Go downtown and sign your name. It′s time to play the freedom game
Kiss your mom, girlfriend, too. Might be the last they see of you
I'd have to kiss your ass goodbye. Keep old glory waving high

I′ve been thinking, Uncle Sam, it's time we went to war
Been so long since Vietnam, tell me what you′re waiting for

Thanks. That's called WW3. Can I get a Budweiser?
Roadie, you got a harp you can play in D?
Yeah
You play the blues?
I gotta go get it
Okay. Champ, should I tell that young lady about your ragged past

Or should I just shut up? Okay
I'm just saying hello. Happy New Year!
Happy New Year


Anybody wears cowboy boots on the beach... That′s enough laughter
Uh-oh, I think I′m gonna take a little break. Anyway, we're gonna
Take a short pause while Roadie, uh, examines his, uh, harmonica

Just remember, you don′t always get what you go
After, but you do get what you wouldn't have
Got if you hadn′t gone after what you didn't get