We shoot the sick, the young, the lame,
We do our best to maim,
Because the kills all count the same,
Napalm sticks to kids.
Flying low across the trees,
Pilots doing what they please,
Dropping frags on refugees,
Napalm sticks to kids.
Gooks in the open, making hay,
But I can hear the gunships say,
"There'll be no Chieu Hoi today, "
Napalm sticks to kids.