Way aways back in the gritty year of nineteen and fifty-one,
We had a Conflict called Ko-re-a that turned out to be a big ‘un.
I was a pimply pup, a high school punk in just my junior year
But I knew my patriotic duty to stand up and volunteer.
If we did not stop them, those Commie rats could go on
To sweep over Seoul and to inch over Inchon.
So, hey, joining the Navy was the right thing to do,
And that’s how I eventually got over to ol’ Point Mugu.