At Guantanamo Bay we're confined to our quarters
We're scratching and sweating, we're waiting for orders
We're watching the harbor, we're counting the wrecks
And we're wondering which we'll be shipping on nex'

At Guantanamo Bay, call her Gitmo for short
Not much of a base, much less of a port
One look at the docks, and you know that you're seein'
The goddamnedest hole in the whole Caribbean

So, hurrah for old Gitmo on Cuba's fair shore
The home of the cockroach, the flea and the whore
We'll sing of her praises and pray for the day
We'll get the hello out of Guantanamo Bay

Here you pay twenty cents for a bottle of beer
They call it Hatuey, and it tastes mighty queer
There's the Indian Chief on the label to show
The Indian sign makes you go, go, go, go

And the U.S.S. Alaska comes steaming in view
To scrape off her bottom and pick up a crew
But nary a seaman was fit for the sea
They'd all been on leave, and they all had VD

Guantanamo City has hundreds of doors
And everyone's jammed with hundreds of whores
They hang from the windows with stark naked chests
And knock out your brains with their low-hanging breasts
Well, the boys in my outfit are workin' a plan
We're savin' each nickel and dollar we can
And we'll buy T.N.T. and one sunshiny day
We'll blow up this goddamned Guantanamo Bay