Patrick Frost Music

Lyrics

HEY, MISTER TALK
words and music by Patrick Frost
special thanks to Ed White

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Hey, Mister talk
why don't you take a walk
down to the recruiting station
on your next vacation
and sign right up!
you could be all you can be
Aim High!
or ain't you got the guts?

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Hey, Mister talk
don't be a chickenhawk.
You can take your son
and sign right up.
Take a nephew or two.
It's all up to you.

They'll supply the guns.
It's a sportsman's paradise.
It will be so much fun
and you won't have to live a lie.
Hey Mister talk.

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Hey, Mister talk
I read your resume
on the internet today.
Strange, but I don't recall
which branch you served
or if you served at all.

You'd be such a jock
in your camouflage fatigues.
And then you could drop
and give me twenty
if you please. If you please
On your knees.
Oh, Hey Mister talk.

Hey, Mister talk.
Come on and take a walk
out of the radio station
and get behind the nation.
Show us what you got.
Hey, Mister talk.

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