Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in my gun.
What all these keys are for,
Now my tour of duty's done.
You got to know the switches,
Now you got your turn,
Watch and learn, junior,
Watch and learn.
Now you will get your trouble spots,
Here's one from down voodoo way,
Bragged he had me by the you-know-what's
Very funny, you don't say.
The big Enchilada, stealing elections,
Had to go down there, trash collection.
Got his cojones on my desk in there
Made into a souvenir,
Set of cufflinks, nice pair,
The rest of him's someplace up here,
Sometimes you got to put a shoulder to the door.
Not so fast, junior
Listen to your pa,
Here, son,
I'm handing over to you,
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do.
What we have here's a dung hole place,
Thought it was fly shit on the map.
Fat bastard, ugly face, ooh and the personal crap.
You can't move the barriers, you can't mess with oil and gas,
Had to go down there, stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass.
Fancy dress, medals chest, it's all in here, for all the gigs,
Gas mask bulletproof vest, all the usual rigs,
There'll be things they missed, they didn't mention,
You've even got a whistle in there for attracting attention.
Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son,
If I had the tour, I guess.
These two buttons by the way,
This one I hope you never press.
Some holy fool, just watch, not like you or me,
That one's the whole shooting match
Right there, it's the whole shitaree.
We don't forget who put us here, Jack,
That's page one.
We talk soft but carry a big stick
And pack the biggest gun.
We don't like accidents, major or minor,
You don't want yourself an incident,
Don't ever invade China.
Here, son,
I'm handing over to you.
Don't crash the ambulance.
Oh, here, son,
I'm handing over to you.
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do.