It was back in o' tow-thousand three,
I was a-marchin' on a warm high noon.
We were on maneuvers in the Middle East,
On a mission for an oil tycoon.
The captain told us to find the weapons,
That's how it all begun.
We were -- fraught with heat in the Big Desert,
But the big fool said to move on.

The Sergeant said, "Sir, are you sure,
There are weapons here anyplace?"
"Sergeant, go on! It may be illegal
But we're the United States.
It'll be a little messy but just keep movin'
We'll soon be honor bound."
We were -- fraught with heat in the Big Desert,
And the big fool said to move on.

The Sergeant said, "Sir, with not much equipment
No man will be able to live."
"Sergeant, don't be a whining lefty,
You fight with the army you have.
Not so loud or there'll be an investigation,
Men, follow me, I'll lead on."
We were -- fraught with heat in the Big Desert,
And the big fool said to move on.

All at once, the sun got hotter,
We heard a collapsing thud,
We knew it would happen; it was the captain.
He'd died of boiled blood.
The Sergeant said, "Turn around me!
I'm in charge from now on."
And we made it out of the Big Desert
With the captain dead and gone.

We picked up and retrieved his body
Out of the burning sand.
I guess he didn't know that it wasn't a jungle
Like the place he'd once before been.
We'd had no business in the Big Desert.
We just go when called upon.
We were lucky to escape from the Big Desert
When the big fool said to move on.

Well, I'm not going to point any moral
Or start a big debate.
Maybe you're still believing the stories they're weaving.
You'd like to keep the faith.
But when I read the general betrayed us
That old feeling comes on;
We're -- fraught with heat in the Big Desert
But the big fools blame MoveOn.

Fraught with heat in the Big Desert
Yet the big fools blame MoveOn.
Fraught with heat in the Big Desert
And the big fools blame MoveOn.
Sweltering, scorched heat! Soon all of the
Planet'll be melting away. We're
Fraught with heat in the Big Desert!
But the big fools blame MoveOn!!