Australian Crawl - Trouble Spot Rock Lyrics
Im a guerrilla with a jungle languageA jungle jimmy with a jungle jeansI keep-a loose with a battle fatigueGimme gimme gimme jungle scenesI wanna do some mid east cruisinMeet an arab sheik with an M16But ill never get past ElwoodThe best dressed trouble shooterYou've ever seenGive me a rifle and some beaujolaisThose trouble spots they're all so far awayI will be on the road to mandalayYou want trouble, i'll give you troubleYour gonna love it alotI could be a sailor, sailin' on the seaI could be a soldier, real fine mercenaryI could be an airman, bomb the enemy, the enemyI'm gonna get your bodyI'm gonna take your lifeI'm gonna stab your bodyWith my general issue knifeI am killer, a soldier of fortuneI ride the jeeps in my jungle greensI raid a village and napalm the eldersA revolutionary, hey where you been?Give me a carbine and a packed lunchI'll go and join the mercenary bunchOh, i gotta follow my hunchYou want trouble, I'll give you troubleYour gonna love it alotI could be a sailor, sailin' on the seaI could be a soldier, real fine mercenaryI could be an airman, bomb the enemy, the enemyI'm gonna get your bodyI'm gonna take your lifeI'm gonna stab your bodyWith my general issue knife