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