All my friends are in the joint, and I’m the only one of the old gang out on the street.

You’re a thorn in my side, you’re just sand in my eyes / Don’t talk to me.

Our life is in the garbage / Deep deep in the garbage.

So when you hear that boom you know I’m thinking of you / love is just a cannon shot away.

Here's one for the grunts.

My discharge from the service.

Paean to the stereotypical IDF sergeant major.

You better tHinc. tHinc. tHinc. / tHinc. about what you’re trying to do to me.

The boys are leaving town / Racing off to parts unknown / For the first time things are looking down / And I’m left here all alone.

There ain’t enough money to buy it / It means just so much so don’t try it / Freedom is priceless / Priceless / Priceless ...

When the shells stop exploding / In our backyards / When all will be quiet / We’ll be picking up the shards.

Oh baby be true, be true to me / A soldier boy needs all the love he can find ...

Firing cannons in the desert heat / What a way to spend your summer, oh yeah

You’re in the army now dude / And you’re stuck for the next three years!

It gets so hot down here that your mind gets hazy / Tell me you like it and I’ll tell you you’re crazy

Gonna wear my t shirts gonna wear my jeans (Talkin’ ‘bout my generation) ...

There’s nothing better than an old Cadillac / At least that’s what my daddy always said.

You were the backbone, the essence, the nerve center of a Great Rhythm’n’Blues Band / but it’s too late to make it live breathe & jump again

Is this a war? No it’s just a maneuver.

Put your clip in load your gun / You’re going into Lebanon / This ain’t no picnic you’re going on / You don’t take chances in Lebanon