The Borg, oh.
He lost his mind inside the war, oh.
But he came back home to his Ohio
Where he likes to tee it up, oh,
And then go slip into his cups, yo.
Where he'll also likely die, oh.
Some might say that he's a wino
But Anna thinks he's doing fine, yo.
In his chest they poured some Draino.
A buckeye will sprout out of his eye, oh,
And his soul will forever fly, oh,
In the skies above Ohio.
Marines are men but they can cry, oh.
As they all salute with "Semper Fi", oh.