[Intro]
There's been a drastic change in American foreign policy in recent months
Take the Dominican Republic, which we did
A little while ago, killing a few people here and there, mostly there
Saving the day for freedom and democracy in the Western Hemisphere
Once again, folks
I was over there in the Dominican Republic entertaining the troops
I won't say which troops
Over there with a U.S.O. group including Walter Lippmann and Soupy Sales
I played there in a small coffeehouse called "The Sniper"
And this was my most unpopular song
With the, uh, poetic, symbolic title of
"The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo"
[Verse 1]
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth
The sand is burning
And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
Their course is turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
The sea is churning
The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
[Verse 2]
The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets
The day's a-burning
As the warships sway and thunder in the bay
Loud in the morning
But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more
He runs a-warning
That the Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
There's been a drastic change in American foreign policy in recent months
Take the Dominican Republic, which we did
A little while ago, killing a few people here and there, mostly there
Saving the day for freedom and democracy in the Western Hemisphere
Once again, folks
I was over there in the Dominican Republic entertaining the troops
I won't say which troops
Over there with a U.S.O. group including Walter Lippmann and Soupy Sales
I played there in a small coffeehouse called "The Sniper"
And this was my most unpopular song
With the, uh, poetic, symbolic title of
"The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo"
[Verse 1]
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth
The sand is burning
And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
Their course is turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
The sea is churning
The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
[Verse 2]
The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets
The day's a-burning
As the warships sway and thunder in the bay
Loud in the morning
But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more
He runs a-warning
That the Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
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