C'est le gars qui gueulait "Give me an F, give me a U, give me a C..", et j'en resterai là pour vos chastes oreilles,, a jeté l'éponge, bref caput
Une époque dont on retiendra que les musiciens avaient plus que du savoir-faire, du cœur et des tripes.
("Well, come on all of you, big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
Yeah, he's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder, in Vietnam
So put down your books, and pick-up a gun
You gonna have a lotta fun
Yeah, come' on Wall Street, don't be slow
Why man, this is war au go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade
Just hope and pray, that if they drop the bomb
They drop it on the Viet Cong" etc.)