Cracker - Yalla Yalla lyrics

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 f**ed up Falluja Sadr city Mosul There weren't no chocolates No pretty flowers Just k** 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 Ma**achusetts She had a lisp, but man her a** 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 Ma**achusetts She had a lisp, but man her a** was perfect.