Desert Sand

I went down to see the man
He gave me orders for the desert sand

I packed up my weapon, I packed up my ruck
They threw me in this 5 ton truck

As I look out with a glassy glare
The next think I know I'm in the air

When we land it's dark and warm
They tell me I'm at the Desert Storm

For the next six months this in your home
No running water no telephone

Saddam Hussein he said to me
I want to be all I can be

I'll pack you're weapon, I'll pack you're ruck
As for Iraq I don't give a damn (hmmm)