Head Trip

                        Head Trip                                              



                It was 1964 when I headed out the door
                and I didn't know my ass from a kitchen sink
                But Grandma was a nasty bitch, and I just had this crazy itch
                to join the US Army, whatcha think?

                They sent me to Fort Dix for Basic Training tricks
                and then I went to school to learn Supply
                and shortly after that was done, some Major came and told me, "Son"
                "your orders are for Europe, you lucky guy!"

                So I spent two years in Germany drinkin' beer and makin' pee
                and then somehow I came to Re-enlist
                went to Meteorology school, got sent West to play the fool,
                and then the Army gave my nuts a twist!
    
                The year was 1968, and I left from the Golden Gate
                 to some Hell hole called Song Be, Vietnam
                 there I played what they called War, and even laid some little whore,
                 but all in all it wasn't worth a damn!

                 In Sixty-nine I was home again, smokin' dope and feelin' pain,
                 and those last two years just never seemed to end
                 but finally my hitch was over, got on my bike that I called Rover,
                 and headed home to family and friends

                 Now many years have come and went, I think about the days I spent
                 serving God and Country for a spell,
                 I write my words of silly rhyme about that old, familiar time,
                 and realize I've served my days in Hell


                 C.  Lon  R.  Bruso