Letra de Trouble Spot Rock

I am guerilla with a jungle language A jungle Jimmy with a jungle jeans I keep-a loose with battle fatigue Gimme gimme jungle scenes I wanna do some mid-east cruisin Meet an arab sheik with an M16 But I'll never get past Elwood The best dressed trouble shooter You've ever seen Give me a rifle and some Beaujolais Those trouble spots they're all so far away I will be on the road to Mandalay You want trouble I'll give you trouble You're gonna love it alot I am a killer a soldier of fortune I ride the jeeps in my jungle greens I raid a village and napalm the elders A revolutionary-hey, where you been? Give me a carbine and a packed lunch I'll go and join the mercenary bunch Oh, I've gotta follow my hunch You want trouble I'll give you trouble You're gonna love it a lot I could be a soldier Sailin the sea I could be a soldier A real fine mercenary I could be an airman And bomb the enemy, the enemy I'm gonna get your body I'm gonna take your life I'm gonna stab your body With my general issue knife