where have all the young men gone?
gone to deserts blooming blowing flowing
with blood and guts and rutting strutting corpsmen
young, dumb, and full of cumin; fumin' and boomin'
groomin' the brides for ridin'
stone'em! bone'em! but don't even try to throne'em;
dem wemmun's shud be inna kichin fichin da chikin
fer da menfoke