Paean to the stereotypical IDF sergeant major.

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

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.

49 klicks south of the nearest town / 7 away from the border / Nothing but sand and rocks for miles around / Light-years away from any water

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