Re-Up Blues
Here I am ... sick, hung-over, pissed-off, lonesome, horny, flat
broke, only bills in the mail, out of smokes, homesick,
friendless, damn few relatives, and I missed bed check last
night.
I got banished from the dayroom, got overcharged when my car blew
a rod, got a Dear John letter from my Old Lady, got a
paternity suit from my ex-girlfriend, and a show cause
notice from Welfare about my eight barefoot kids. I'm thirsty,
sleepy, my wife's former lover is a homeless drunk and wants to
live with me.
I'm in debt up to my ass, pay all screwed-up, NPD for the last
three months, got a poor EER, chow lousy, pogy-bait stolen, three
days UA, no clean clothes, laundry rejected, AER loan denied,
compassionate leave disapproved, and I'm restricted for a month.
They gave me a mule driver's MOS, a transfer to another hardship
tour, and orders to run the obstacle course again. I've got an
ingrown toenail, got malarial ague, got the wrong tooth pulled at
the dental clinic, got a dose of the clap, lost my shot record,
and I've REALLY got to take a dump, but the latrine is off-limits
until after the inspection is over.
Got guard duty tonight, CQ tomorrow, KP next weekend, spent last
weekend in the stockade, and I got a DUI in a parked car. I told
the Platoon Sergeant off, flipped the bird at the
Quartermaster, and the First Shirt wants to see me after
formation about some ADY in the messhall. The Old Man has offered
nonjudicial punishment in lieu of a pay forfeiture and reduction
of rank.
My dog tags are loose, my shoe strings are broken, my watch quit
running, my bed was short-sheeted, my zipper popped, I've got a
hard-on ... and, to top it all off, some stupid son-of-a-bitch
just asked me if I want to Re-Enlist!
Re-Up Blues
Re-Up – just like the fool you are.
Re-Up – and buy a brand new car.
Re-Up – I'd rather throw-up
Than be a lifer, a beggar, a puke.
Re-Up – and get your VRB.
Re-Up – and buy an XKE.
Re-Up – I'm getting fed-up
With all you lifers, beggars, and pukes.
Re-Up – and dick your life away.
Re-Up – and throw your life away.
Re-Up – I'd rather throw-up
Than be a lifer, a beggar, a puke.
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