Yalla Yalla (Let's Go) - Cracker

Jesus Christ it’s hot out here

But i’m the lucky mother tip of the spear

Give me water and cannon fodder

Get me outta this stinking CHU

I been thru Basra

Fucked up Falluja

Sadr city Mosul

There weren’t no chocolates

No pretty flowers

Just kill them all or we die

Ya la la yalla yalla

Ya la la yalla yalla

Ya la la yalla yalla

Ya la la yalla yalla

At bombaconda the hajis missed me

Send them on their way to paradise

Whiskey tango foxtrot gunners

Too many pogues in the way

No r and r in Kuwait city

Abu Dhabi Dubai

I want my boots on

My battle rattle

When it’s my time to die

Ya la la

Ya la la yalla yalla

Ya la la

Ya la la yalla yalla

I had a girl her name was Gwendolyn Wanda

She rocked my world she loved my anaconda

I had a girl her name was Alda Salas

We never stopped, she’d holler yalla yalla

I had a girl Nantucket Massachusetts

She had a lisp, but man her ass was perfect

I had a girl her name was Alda Salas

I couldn’t stop she’d holler yalla yalla

I had a girl, she volunteered for PETA

She liked my gun, all fifty millimeters

I liked a girl she liked to live with danger

She liked it best when it was with a stranger

I had a girl her name was Gwendolyn Wanda

She rocked my world she loved my anaconda

I had a girl Nantucket Massachusetts

She had a lisp, but man her ass was perfect