Standing out here on the shoulder of some two-lane blacktop / Standing out here just waiting, waiting for that one car to stop.

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.