Full Metal Racket
Someone direct me please
I cant see the woods for the trees
God, I've been praying "please"
I ache from my heart and my knees
Think of me overseas
The natives and me thick as theives
God, I could use some sleep
So I'll dig down the ten trenches deep
Please leave a gap for my head to poke through
I will leave a space in my diary for you 

Jerry, Pierre and me
We're just kicking around in the leaves
There not all what they seem
In fact we're getting along famously
But my life is out of my hands
In fact we'd like to go out with a bang
And yessir we're really keen
So we'll dig down the ten trenches deep
Please leave a gap for my head to poke through
I will leave a space in my diary for you