Put more heads on the poles, Kurtz,
Honed from legs and arms, crazy
Have you gone--wound tight. Navy
Boat's come to terminate you.

'Pocalypse close, the time's near.
You're a twisted one, shavy
Is your head so bright. Maybe
Patey should have had a rug.

Generals say you're insane
In a war game they can't win.
If there's a way, they'll find you someday
And then call the airstrike in.

Now your head's gonna roll, Kurtz.
Your comrades-in-arms, lazy,
They don't want to fight. Home free
Go Willard and Lance the stoner.