Count it off,
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, though it's gonna 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 living so you got to go.

Your points of light are almost gone,
So here's our yellow-ribbon burning song,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.

For Millie and Danny, and Saddam and Nanny,
And Babs and Ronnie, and Clyde and Bonnie,
And Clarence and Ollie, and the Beave and Wally,
And Maggie and Gorby and the new world order.