747 coming from Brussels
full of guys who want to kill
wearing red berets, guns on their shoulders
the way they look makes me ill
summer kings
summer kings
killing blacks, kicking in doors
killing blacks, kicking in doors
summer kings, summer kings
fly to the Congo — not to play bongo
they only come to rescue the whites
soldiers kissing — kissing their wives
thinking about losing their lives
summer kings
summer kings
killing blacks — kicking in doors
shoot them in the back — drop ’em on the floor
killing blacks — kicking in doors
shoot ’em in the neck — can’t wait for more
killing blacks — kicking in doors
shoot them in the back — drop ’em on the floor
killing blacks — kicking in doors
shoot ’em in the neck — can’t wait for more
summer kings
summer kings