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