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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 nex'

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 seein'

The goddamnedest hole in the whole Caribbean

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 hello out of Guantanamo Bay

Here you pay twenty cents for a bottle of beer

They call it Hatuey, and it tastes mighty queer

There’s the Indian Chief on the label to show

The Indian sign makes you go, go, go, go

And the U.S.S. Alaska comes steaming in view

To scrape off her bottom and pick up a crew

But nary a seaman was fit for the sea

They’d all been on leave, and they all had VD

Guantanamo City has hundreds of doors

And everyone’s jammed with hundreds of whores

They hang from the windows with stark naked chests

And knock out your brains with their low-hanging breasts

Well, the boys in my outfit are workin' a plan

We’re savin' each nickel and dollar we can

And we’ll buy T.N.T. and one sunshiny day

We’ll blow up this goddamned Guantanamo Bay

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