and we can't forget old Guam
For Syngman Rhee and Stalin,
they made us feel at home
They saved their biggest fireworks
till the marine reserves came through
And all we got was a crock of turds
The mortars were terrific
and the small arms were intense
The flyboys bombed the front lines
and the gobs stood on the fence
The regulars took the desk jobs,
the reserves were called en masse
And they knew that the marine reserves
were there to save their ass
Then Congress sent a tour around
and they loaded up with scotch
While they were really livin',
we had forties up the crotch
They cried, let's kill the bastards,
let's drive them to their knees
But there weren't any congressmen
in the list of casualties
We love you dear old U .S .A.
with all our aching hearts
That's why we joined the dam reserved
and tried to do our parts
And we won't cry or squawk
because we're fighting all alone
Someday the regulars may come
and then we'll all go home
I'm going to raise a family
when this cruel war is through
I hope I'll have a bouncing boy
But if someday when he grows up
he joins the Marine Reserve
I'll kick his ass from dawn to dusk,
