If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.

Right now I feel like a forgotten soldier, I've been eight hours on the road. Doesn't anybody see me standing here, In my soldier's coat? And rain ain't kindly to a weary man And passing cars look snug and warm. There ain't no comforts for a forgotten soldier Standing in the storm. Hey! I think I'll read your crumpled letter one more time To reassure me that our love has stood the test. Hey, the words you wrote are poetry to me that is, And I cherish them and hold them to my breast. Deep down I know that I'm no forgotten soldier, Though you're a million stars away Soon friendly headlights will be shining down And slowing down for me. And there will be a place to close my eyes And almost feel the kiss From lips that tell me I'm no forgotten soldier Somewhere in the mist. Hey! I think I'll read your crumpled letter One more time To reassure me that our love has stood the test. Hey, the words you wrote are poetry to me that is, And I cherish them and hold them to my breast. So when I feel like a forgotten soldier And when the night is extra long, That crumpled letter is my inspiration, The words just push me on. They wash my blues away with memories That we will soon renew And then I won't be a forgotten soldier When I am home with you. And then I won't be a forgotten soldier When I am home with you. No, I won't be a forgotten soldier When I am home with you.