I'm just an old, married Captain
Whose wings, they now have a star
That say I would get into trouble
For a drink and the song at the bar

Oh, the wife, she will be a-callin'
And there is no chance I can stay
So I'll bid you adieu
And wish I was you
Back in the LPA

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

I'm just an old worn-out Major
I can't count the places I've been
And I can still tell a good story
But the truth is somehow wearing thin

And this drink in my hand, it is fadin'
And there is no chance I can stay
So I'll bid you adieu
And wish I was you
Back in the LPA
Singing I-I-I
The good times had I
Back in the LPA

I'm just an old, crusty Colonel
Whose stories are too old to share
And most of them I have forgotten
From the three years in a Pentagon chair

And the General, he will be a-callin'
And there is no chance I can stay
So I'll bid you adieu
And wish I was you
Back in the LPA

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

Singing I-I-I
I wish that I
Was back in the LPA