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Lyrics
[Joe] Yee-bee-doo-doo-doo-bee-doo-ba-doo-lee-bee-doo Guess who's on his way? You can't hide from me, little friend Prepare to be enjoyed Daddy's here Show me what you got Everybody ought to have a greenhouse It lets the moon right in Fourth section, third row, fifth pot How many guys do you need to keep it all up here? Keep it all up here? Names, faces, numbers, codes Four, three, five The only thing I forgot to remember is, which side do I count from? The right side? The left But why would anyone remember Joe Clay? I'll bet he erased my face, my name The damn place, I ran it Together, I held it Go to Houston Go back to Houston Go home You're fired You rat Screw you Covington Farms, you can go to hell When I get my own company, you'll be sorry Where is it? You little jerk, fucking rat, you little shit bird You little pissant, fucking shit, I'll fucking kill you What the hell? Where are you? I will find, oh-ho-ho There you are My little Irish cousin, my only friend Hiding in the jungle and the brambles Woo-hoo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Woo-hoo, da-de-da-da-dee-da-da Ha Woo-hoo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Woo-hoo What the? No, no, no, no, no, no, no P.F.C. Clay U.S. Marines Please drop your weapons Drop it Drop it Drop it Drop it Drop it Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Adam Guettel