At Guantanamo Bay,
we're confined to our
quarters.
We're scratching and
sweating.
We're waiting for orders.
We're watching the harbor.
We're counting the wrecks
and we're wondering which
we'll be shipping on next.
At Guantanamo Bay,
call her Gitmo for short.
Not much of a base, much less of a port.
One look at the docks
and you know that you're seeing
the goddamnedest hole
in the whole Caribbean.
So hurrah for old Gitmore and Cubus,
they're sure
The home of the cockroach,
the flea, and the whore
We'll sing them for praises
and pray for the day
We'll get the hell out of Guantanamo Bay
Here you pay twenty cents
for a bottle of beer
They call it hot tuya
and it tastes mighty queer
There's an Indian chief
on the label to show
The In dian sign makes you go,
go, go, go
When the U .S. Alaska
comes steamin' in view
To scrape off her bottom
and pick up a crew
And Mary a seaman was
fit for the scene
They'd all been on leavin',
they all had VD
So hurrah for old Gitmo
on Cuba's fair shore
The home of the cockroach,
the flea, and the whore
We'll sing of her praises
and pray for the day
We'll get the hell out of Guantanamo
Bay
Guantanamo City has hundreds of doors,
and everyone's jammed
with hundreds of whores.
They hang from the windows
with stark naked chests.
They knock out your brains
with their low -hanging breasts.
Well, the boys in my outfit
are working the plan.
We're saving each nickel
and dollar we can.
An d we'll buy TNT,
and one sunshiny day,
we'll blow up this goddamn
Guantanamo Bay.
So hurrah for old Gitpo
on Tuba's fair shore,
The home of the cockroach,
the flea, and the whore.
We'll sing of her praises
and pray for the day,
We'll get the hell out of
Guantanamo Bay.