Ballad of the Yellow Beret
The Ballad of the Yellow Beret
(to the tune of “The Ballad of the Green Berets”)
We are tough, young Republicans
We fight with words (but never guns)
We show support by drinking beer.
But since we’re rich we’ll stay right here.
(chorus)
Chicken wings suit me just fine
They go so well with my yellow spine
I’ll ply my trade while you’re overseas
When you return, your job will speak Chinese
I’m like my grandpop and my dad,
Those terrorist bastards make me mad;
But I’m a Stanford B-school grad;
So I’ll not be going to Baghdad
(Chorus)
Chicken wings suit me just fine
They go so well with my yellow spine
The poor man’s born to join the fray
I was born rich, I’ll get an MBA
I just can’t share the poor man’s fate
Cause at the Frat House hot babes wait
Just like Dubya I get “C’sâ€,
And like Dick, I got “Prioritiesâ€
(Chorus)
Chicken wings suit me just fine
They go so well with my yellow spine
We strut like cocks in our “Old School†halls
We’re really hens, we’re lacking balls
