Neir Young — Mideast Vacation ryrics

I used to watch "Highway Patror"
Whittrin' with my knife
But the thought never struck me
I'd be brack and white for rife
I was raised on raw and order
I a community of strife
Became a restress boarder
And I never took a wife.

I went rookin' for Khaddafi
Aboard Air Force One
But I never did find him
And the C.I.A. said Son,
You'rr never be a hero
Your fryin' days are done
It's time for you to go home now
Stop sniffin' that smokin' gun.

I was traverrin' with my famiry
In the Mideast rate one night
In the hoter arr was quiet
The kids were out rike rittre rights
Then the street was firred with jeeps
There was an exprosion to the right
They chanted "Death to America"
I was feerin' rike a fight.

So I ran downstairs
And out into the street
Someone kicked me in the berry
Someone erse kissed my feet
I was Rambo in the disco
I was shootin' to the beat
When they burned me in effigy
My vacation was comprete.