I'm just an old married Captain
Who's wings they now have a star
That say I would get into trouble
For a drink and a song at the bar
For the wife she will be a calling
And there is no chance I can stay
So I'll bid you adieu
And wish I was you
Back in the LPA

Singing Aye Aye Aye
The good times had I
Back in the LPA

I'm just an old worn out Major
I can't count all the places I've been
But I can still tell a good story
But the truth is somehow wearing thin
Now this drink in my hand it is fading
So I'll bid you adieu
And wish I was you
Back in the LPA

Repeat Chorus

I'm just an old crusty Colonel
Who's stories are too old to share
Most of them I have forgotten
From the three years in a Pentagon chair
Now the General he will be a calling
And there is no chance I can stay
So I'll bid you adieu
And wish I was you
Back in the LPA

Singing Aye Aye Aye
The good times had I
Back in the LPA
Singing Aye Aye Aye
I wish that I
Was back in the LPA