Private Dick – now you’re back from war
I really hope you found what you were looking for
Under the rug – in the fog of war
Your dog tags gleaming like a mirror on the wall
The white feather you sent to that stay-at-home dad
and the one to his daughter his wife and his lad
Made a nice quilt, which stays folded in peace
While you you march march march to defeat-feat-feat!
Hup Two Three Four marching ants go through the door
Hup Six Seven Eight all good ants go though the gate
Private Dick! Private Parts! Show your Privates in the park!
Private Room! Private Dancer! Keep your Privates free of cancer!
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