LBJ

Bobby, oh Bobby...I will not let you get into my head. 

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Westmoreland, execute the plans in the red folder

I'm not gonna let even one dead soldier

Westmoreland enters

LBJ

Have died in vain over there

By turning tail and running scared

We make our stand today

I'll take this all the way!

 

They call me Landslide Lyndon

I'm like the wind in a cold night coming through!

And Ho Chi Minh, I'm gonna have your tanned hide

And the landslide's gonna land on you.