Didn't She Ramble -

Oh, we moored in Apra Harbor

We’d ducked our final bomb

And there we met the lady known

As Miss VD of Guam

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

Admiral Nimitz gave the order

«Better keep your noses clean,»

But Miss VD was waiting

Like a bloody sex machine

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

She was the queen of the Chamorros

The Mariana’s pride

She didn’t fornicate us all

But, Jesus, how she tried

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

Her hut was in Agana

It was mostly mud and grass

But she made it seem like heaven

With a wriggle of her ass

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

Oh, she did it for the Army

The Marines were happy, too

But when the Navy came she bit off

More than she could chew

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

The crew from off the Maryland

Thought she was mighty fine

So, after each engagement

They’d get back into line

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

At first she liked the action

The salvo and the gun

But we kept it pouring into her

Until she weighed a ton

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

We wound up in VD room

And, Lord, how it did burn

But though we came out battered

Lord, we sank her in return

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down

A simple plaque adorns her grave

«Miss VD here was sunk

Foundered on Guam Island

In a sea of Navy spunk.»

Oh, didn’t she ramble, ramble

She rambled till the navy cut her down