Marine One

Being Uncle Sam isn’t such a fun
He is always busy, always on the run
He gets up at dawn, when there is no Sun
And he thanks the Lord for his Marine One

He does have a car, but no time to drive
He stays up so late but gets up at five
He needs to move fast to get the things done
So he spends his days in his Marine One

Every day it goes, banging like a gun
Just over the home of my Only One
Still in her pajamas, she calls 911
But there is no help with the Marine One

Marine One, Marine One
Don’t you make me take my gun
Marine One, Marine One
Don’t you wake my Only One