paroles de chanson Good Morning Vietnam - Shotgun Willy

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on)
I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb)
We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam)
And now it's going, going, gone

We got the noise that puts these lil' boys in moshpits
'Shrooms keep making me nauseous
Two hoes laid in my coffin, still they picking my pockets
I'm Pistol Pete, I might pop, bitch, no way
Yes, I'm fucking all the she slash they
Yes, I'm driving down the street wrong way
Yes, I'm pissing on Bobby's grave, okay

Huh, yes, okay
Who call the shots? The jaws will drop bombs away
Huh, yes, okay
Watch Megan Fox take off all her lingerie
Huh, yes, okay
Who called the cops? I'm locked in Guantanamo Bay

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on)
I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb)
We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam)
And now it's going, going, gone

Yeah
Bonafide meathead
Bust a couple nuts, buy drugs off the deep web, uh
Smoke a blunt during recess
Google myself all week, hitting refresh, uh
Ain't shit that I regret
I don't really fuck with the he said, she said

PS, I'm back on my BS, 'cause like a monkey bomb on Shangri-La
That's what the whole squad wanted
Telling my mom, "Stop calling"
Sipping that gin and tonic
Thinking my crib been haunted
Vegas strip and I'm all in
Sitting watching paint dry
Swimming with a great white
Tripping 'til my brain fried, huh

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on)
I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb)
We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam)
And now it's going, going, gone
And now it's going, going, gone