When the war was over, there were jobs galore For the G.I. Josephs who were in the war But for generals things were not so grand And it isn't hard to understand What can you do with a general When he stops being a general? Oh, what can you do with a general who retires? Who's got a job for a general When he stops being a general? They all get a job, but a general no one hires He walks into an office, in answer to an ad He'll take the job that's offered, the pay is not too bad They ask his last position, and he answers with a punch "I was a General" And they ask him out to lunch And he has to meet the mag But he doesn't get the job Nobody thinks of assigning him When they stop wining and dining him It seems this country never has enjoyed So many one and two and three and four star generals, unemployed ♪ They fill his chest with medals while he's across the foam And they spread the crimson carpet when he comes marching home The next day someone hollers when he comes into view "Here comes the general" and they all say "General who?" They're delighted that he came But they can't recall his name Somehow he's not understood enough They think no job could be good enough That's why this country never has enjoyed So many one and two and three and four star generals, unemployed