1,2,3,4
I don't know what I think about it
But I know what I think of you
Well I know I can live without it
And I know what I want to do
I'll pack you a lunch, clear your desk
It's going to be hell to clean your mess
All I know is that you gotta go
I don't know what I think about it
But your bush league days are through
Will you give me a job I doubt it
Here's a bird in the hand for you
Next time you start a storm
You better get you a mess kit, canteen and uniform
Cause we feel like livin' so you've got to go
Your points of light are almost gone
So here's your yellow ribbon-burning song
For Millie and Danny and Saddam and nanny
Babs and Ronnie and Clyde and Bonnie
Clarence and Ollie and the Beave and Wally
And Maggie and Gorby and the new world ordey