Mrs. Murphy. Mrs. Murphy. Telegram for Mrs. Murphy.
Well, ma'am. It's rather sad news.
I've always wanted a singing telegram.
Well here goes....
Dear Mom, your son is dead.
He bought the farm today
He crashed his OV-10 on Ho Chi Minh's highway
It was a rocket pass, and then he busted his ass.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
He went across the fence to see what he could see,
There it was a plain as it could be
It was a truck on the road,
With a big heavy load.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
He got right on the horn, and gave The Dasc' a call,
"Send me air I've got a truck that's stalled"
The Dasc' said "That's all right,
I'll send you Pirate flight
For I am the POWER."
The fighters checked right in, gunfighters two by two,
Low on gas, and tankers over due.
They asked that FAC to mark,
Just where that truck was parked.
Mmm, Mmm, mmm.
The FAC he rolled right in, with his smoke to mark,
Exactly where that fucking truck was parked.
The rest is still in doubt,
because he never pulled out.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Dear Mom your SON is dead
He bought the farm today
He crashed his OV-10 on Ho Chi Minh's highway
It was a rocket pass, and then he busted his ass
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
HIM, HIM, FUCK HIM!
How did he go?...straight in
What was he doin'?...169
Indicated? .....Yeah.
