Fleet Week

I can tell that you’re not from here
Your intentions seem perfectly clear
You stayed away from your friends all night
We could be each other’s special finds
Maybe I’m not precisely the type
You expected to find here tonight
I’m not exactly a military man
But I’ve been looking for a special friend
For all this time you’ve been trying
To find that someone special
I know that I am not the kind
Of special that you had in mind
But I’m special; they tell me all the time
I’m more of what you’d call a fan
Of demonstrations of armament
I am here to see the parades
And the warships and the tanks and the planes
Why should we resist the impulse?
To buy tickets for these shows of force?
We can go where our hearts command
To fleet weeks all across the land
Airshows lighting up the skies
While all the soldiers are passing by
Chanting crowds with the tears in their eyes
Guided tour of all the vessel types
I wanna hear that glorious sound
Of fireworks exploding all around
I wanna go where our hearts command
To fleet weeks all across this land
(Merci à Baboune pour cettes paroles)