Lyrics:

This is dedicated to the parade field trooper
Who never leaves that nice soft garrison
And always looks real pretty

Now in the war torn jungles of Vietnam
Youll find a certain kind of man
Youll see him everywhere
Hes a trooper, a garet trooper

Yeah, hes five foot four, 228 pounds of blubber
Got him a nickel plated 45 tied down low, quick draw holster
Two bandoliers of brasso-ed ammo
Yeah hes a trooper, a garet trooper

Hes fought from Saigon to Nha Trang
In every bar that is, and then only with the girls
And he aint won one yet
But hes a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Hes got a hip knife, a side knife, a boot knife, a shoulder knife
And a little bitty one thats a combination flare gun, dinner set,
and genuine police whistle
But hes a trooper, a garet trooper

Now I run into one the other day, He told me a story,
He said he'd just this minute come back from
a fifteen day runnin fight against the Cong
Said he captured a lot of loot
You know what I saw when I looked down? A spit shined boot
Yeah, hes a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Now poor ole pilot come back today
Half his crew was killed, aircraft shot to hell
But he dont say much
Hes not a trooper, a garet trooper

And out in the hills and the jungles and the swamps
Living like a bunch of dogs
Are some men wearing funny little green hats
They stay out there and fight for months on end
They dont say much cause theyre not troopers,
garet troopers (garet troopers)

And I bet finally, when I leave this war torn land
The last thing Ill see will be,
though I may be in a drunken stupor
I bet itll be a garet trooper (garet trooper)

Yeah, theyre all over the place
Aint hardly worth going to war no more