made George Patton wanna shoot to kill
"No one ever won a blasted war
dyin' for his country" . . . so he swore
Guts and Glory and tanks and jeeps
made George Patton wanna play for keeps
"Can't serve a country dead, gee whiz!
Make the other bastard die for his"
He sized up Sicily, tangoed in
cha cha'd right alongside his men
met the Germans and waltzed them out
made Mussolini Twist and Shout
Spit n' Vinegar and all that stuff
made George Patton be a little too rough
One of his men showed a bit of a streak
the General lost it, slapped his cheek
The Press was looking through the Little Guys' eyes
Ike said, "George, you must apologize"
The chief took him out of the ranks of war
sittin' around just made him sore
Before his fellow man and God
faced the Media Firing Squad
All of the papers ran the story
bit their bullets and said, "I'm sorry"
Spoke with self-made reprehensions
at genteel, beau monde tea-conventions
When they were weary of this attraction
Ike went and put him back into action
He danced on France and he pressed the line
made the Vichy government whine
All of the history books divulge
let it all out at Battle of the Bulge
Stood surveying his piece of hell
cried for the brave young men that fell
Saw one wounded, flat-out kneeled
kissed that soldier on the battlefield
Charged into Germany and sapped their power
made the Nazi's kraut turn sauer
Helped Great Britain and all of Europe
get themselves out of neck-deep syrup
Made no bones about the Nitty and Gritty
wrote the book about the Doo-Wah-Ditty
More than once people heard him say
"Lead me, follow, or get out of the way"
Rough and tumble and a little bit nuts
gave him the title 'Old Blood n' Guts'
He fought for me and he fought for you
General Patton in World War II
Copyright 2008, Lyric-Dragon
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