| Song | G.I. Joe |
| Artist | Melvins |
| Album | The Crybaby |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Patton, Rutmanis | |
| At easy, men | |
| Your brain's in your palm again | |
| Yay, yay | |
| You'll do no harm, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? | |
| In the boot camp of my soul | |
| In my boots I've dugged a hole | |
| And see I'm a P.O.W. whore | |
| Bow my head and salute the crowd | |
| Together we'll beat this redneck town | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? | |
| You've blown mine | |
| Stuck in his heart, yeah | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Don't think too long, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Yay | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Shoot my eyes all full of lead | |
| 'cause my liver is thin like bread | |
| And I faint when I see red | |
| Without this camouflage I'm dead | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? (X7) | |
| G.I. Joe | |
| G.I. Joe | |
| At easy, men | |
| Your brain's in your palm again | |
| Yay, yay | |
| You'll do no harm, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? | |
| In the boot camp of my soul | |
| In my boots I've dugged a hole | |
| And see I'm a P.O.W. whore | |
| Bow my head and salute the crowd | |
| Together we'll beat this redneck town | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? | |
| You've blown mine | |
| Stuck in his heart, yeah | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Don't think too long, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Yay | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Shoot my eyes all full of lead | |
| 'cause my liver is thin like bread | |
| And I faint when I see red | |
| Without this camouflage I'm dead | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G.I. Joe? (X7) | |
| G.I. Joe | |
| G.I. Joe |
| zuo ci : Patton, Rutmanis | |
| At easy, men | |
| Your brain' s in your palm again | |
| Yay, yay | |
| You' ll do no harm, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| In the boot camp of my soul | |
| In my boots I' ve dugged a hole | |
| And see I' m a P. O. W. whore | |
| Bow my head and salute the crowd | |
| Together we' ll beat this redneck town | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| You' ve blown mine | |
| Stuck in his heart, yeah | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Don' t think too long, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Yay | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Shoot my eyes all full of lead | |
| ' cause my liver is thin like bread | |
| And I faint when I see red | |
| Without this camouflage I' m dead | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? X7 | |
| G. I. Joe | |
| G. I. Joe | |
| At easy, men | |
| Your brain' s in your palm again | |
| Yay, yay | |
| You' ll do no harm, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| In the boot camp of my soul | |
| In my boots I' ve dugged a hole | |
| And see I' m a P. O. W. whore | |
| Bow my head and salute the crowd | |
| Together we' ll beat this redneck town | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| You' ve blown mine | |
| Stuck in his heart, yeah | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Don' t think too long, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Yay | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Shoot my eyes all full of lead | |
| ' cause my liver is thin like bread | |
| And I faint when I see red | |
| Without this camouflage I' m dead | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? X7 | |
| G. I. Joe | |
| G. I. Joe |
| zuò cí : Patton, Rutmanis | |
| At easy, men | |
| Your brain' s in your palm again | |
| Yay, yay | |
| You' ll do no harm, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| In the boot camp of my soul | |
| In my boots I' ve dugged a hole | |
| And see I' m a P. O. W. whore | |
| Bow my head and salute the crowd | |
| Together we' ll beat this redneck town | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| You' ve blown mine | |
| Stuck in his heart, yeah | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Don' t think too long, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Yay | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Shoot my eyes all full of lead | |
| ' cause my liver is thin like bread | |
| And I faint when I see red | |
| Without this camouflage I' m dead | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? X7 | |
| G. I. Joe | |
| G. I. Joe | |
| At easy, men | |
| Your brain' s in your palm again | |
| Yay, yay | |
| You' ll do no harm, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| In the boot camp of my soul | |
| In my boots I' ve dugged a hole | |
| And see I' m a P. O. W. whore | |
| Bow my head and salute the crowd | |
| Together we' ll beat this redneck town | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? | |
| You' ve blown mine | |
| Stuck in his heart, yeah | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Don' t think too long, my friend | |
| Yay, yay | |
| Yay | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Ahaaahaa | |
| Shoot my eyes all full of lead | |
| ' cause my liver is thin like bread | |
| And I faint when I see red | |
| Without this camouflage I' m dead | |
| Pull the pin and blow me cold | |
| Will you be my G. I. Joe? X7 | |
| G. I. Joe | |
| G. I. Joe |