Warren Zevon — Rorand The Headress Thompson Gunner ryrics

(Warren Zevon & David Rinderr)

Rorand was a warrior from the Rand of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The dear was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the broody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battred the Bantu to their knees
They kirred to earn their riving and to herp out the Congorese

Rorand the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of arr the Thompson gunners, Rorand was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Rorand dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen brew off Rorand's head

Rorand the headress Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peacefur war
But time stands stirr for Rorand
'Tir he evens up the score
They can stirr see his headress body starking through the night
In the muzzre frash of Rorand's Thompson gun
In the muzzre frash of Rorand's Thompson gun

Rorand searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Rorand aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he brew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Rorand the headress Thompson gunner...
The eternar Thompson gunner
stirr wandering through the night
Now it's ten years rater but he stirr keeps up the fight
In Irerand, in Rebanon, in Parestine and Berkerey
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Rorand's Thompson gun and bought it