
G.I. Joe, G.I. Joe, how much longer can he go
On the land, on the sea, in the air?
Shorter marches there’ll be
On an artificial knee
And he seems to have lost all his hair
Now his mojo’s zapped
He needs to take a nap
Soon he’ll be snoring loud and strong
And his paunch and rear
Show he’s way too fond of beer
As the decades go rolling along