| Private Jackson had a girl
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| He fondly called Bo Peep
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| Now Jackson didn’t have a car
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| So drove by in a jeep
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| They took a ride, the time flew by
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| And Bo Peep was in Heaven
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| 'Til Jackson cried, «Bo Peep
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| This jeep’s gotta be in camp by eleven»
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| So little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
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| And don’t know where to find it
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| Her soldier boy took it back to camp
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| And left Bo Peep behind it
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| It didn’t have doors, the seats were hard
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| But Bo Peep never minded
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| It didn’t ride like a Cadillac
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| She wondered who designed it
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| Roller coasters nearly killed her
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| Aeroplanes they never thrilled her
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| But with Jackson at the wheel
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| She got that jeep, jeep, jeep appeal
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| Now little Bo Peep wants to find her jeep
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| And find her soldier chappy
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| If he comes chug-chuggy in his old Blitz buggy
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| Bo Peep will be happy
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| Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
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| Her boyfriend made an error
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| He let her drive, goodness sakes alive
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| That Bo Peep, she’s a terror
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| The throttle pushed down, she tore through town
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| The red lights didn’t stop her
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| The soldier knew that they both were through
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| When she side swiped a copper
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| Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep
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| Oh my, why must her joy end?
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| Now her little jeep is layin' in a heap
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| And the guardhouse has her boyfriend |