M. Douglas Wray

Ballad of the Yellow Beret

The Ballad of the Yellow Beret

(to the tune of “The Ballad of the Green Berets”)

beret-tip to Jesus’ General

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’s”,

And like Dick, I got “Priorities”

(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

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