Posted on 03/06/2003 7:01:22 AM PST by flying Elvis
Midi:
http://users.cis.net/sammy/hotrod_l.htm
HOT ROD ABRAMS
Pappy said, "Son, you're gonna drive Saddam to drinkin'...
When you send in those Hot Rod Abrams!
Well, you've heard the story of the WMD race
When Iraq and Korea were setting the pace
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a drivin an M1A
It's got a turbine motor and it's really souped up;
That reactive armor makes it look like a pup.
It's got 1500 horses and uses them all,
The French don't like it, they're trying to stall.
It's got a 120 cannon and a 50 cal,
a 7.62 that never gets lost-
serious armor and I'm not scared.
The brakes are good and the weather's fair.
We left Kuwait late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
Headed toward Basra over the hill,
Passin' Bradleys like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
Iraqi tanks lit up the sky.
The remark was made, "Tis the tank for me."
But, by then, secondaries wuz all you could see.
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind
So I started to make that Abrams unwind
Put my finder on the trigger and, man alive,
We shoved in a SABOT, targetting five.
Well, I lit up 9 or 10;
Blew a T-62 end over end
Put one Heat round right through its door;
I said, "that's all there is- there ain't no more.
Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The smoke plumes looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
Bogey's on the horizon looked like dots.
Went around a dune and and a burned out truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck-
The treads clickin' over their command posts
Iraqi's surrendering, white as ghosts.
Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on those Iraqi packs
I knew I could catch'em and hoped I could fire
And when I did they'd feel my ire.
There were flames comin' from every side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Bradley's moved over and let me by.
All of a sudden the guns started barkin'';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the sights and a light was blinkin';
The Iraqis was after my HOT... ROD... ABRAMS!
I targetted them good and aimed real well.
and called my gunner, "Give'em Hell!"
Well, Saddam was found dead, mangled and stinkin',
All because of me drivin' that HOT... ROD... ABRAMS!!!!
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.