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