I’m a cranky old yank in a clanky old tank (Hoagy Carmichael)
I'm a cranky old Yank in a clanky old tank, I'm headin' for a hullabaloo.
I'll be ridin' my tank through a Tokyo bank, sure as I'm an Army buckaroo.
And when I set my khaki down in old Nagasaki,
I'll be singin' like a wacky jackaroo.
And you can bet, by cracky,
every sukiyaki lackey will be lookin' mighty tacky when I do.
I'm a cranky old Yank in a clanky old tank, I'm headin' for a hullabaloo.
I'll be riding my swank little hanky-panky tank through the streets of Yokohama with a Honolulu mama –
singin' those beat-o, flat on his seat-o,
Hirohito blues (some blues!).
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."