Green Machine

In the town where I was born, lived a man all dressed in green,
And he told us of his life, in the land of jungle green;
So we marched into the sun, till we found the camp of fun,
Tents of green and sky of green, everything was bloody green.

We are part of the green machine,
Green machine, green machine,
We are part of the green machine,
Green machine, green machine.

And our friends are in green too, everyone knows what to do,
Sky of green or sky of grey, through the jungle every day;
Walking ‘round the trees and brush, crawling through the mud and slush,
Wet and cold we're never seen, camouflaged in P.D. greens.

We are part of the green machine,
Green machine, green machine,
We are part of the green machine,
And we're the best, you've ever seen.