| We hate to leave
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| But when they give you leave, you gotta leave
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| Oh our hearts bleed for all you guys aboard
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| But right now sympathy is a thing we can’t afford
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| We hate to leave, we hate to leave
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| Without you guys along, we’ll even grieve
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| But we’ll be back, yes, we’ll be back
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| Before we’re even missed
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| And tell you guys about the gals out there that we have kissed
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| We’ll even say, we’ll even say
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| We really hate to leave
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| (You know, Clarence, I hate the thought of going ashore,)
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| (And leave these guys here sitting in their undershirts)
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| (We gotta meet all those beautiful dames in their soft silk dresses,)
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| (But duty is duty, and an order is an order)
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| (Now I know some guys get a thrill out of meeting)
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| (A gorgeous gal every night.)
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| Oh, we hate to leave, we hate to leave
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| But when they give you leave, you gotta leave
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| No more pin-up gals that we so enjoy
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| Tonight, my boy, we get to meet the real McCoy
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| We hate to leave, we hate to leave
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| But we’ll be back before the night is here
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| We want to stay, we want to stay
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| Our hearts are with the ship
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| But the Admiral made us take this leave
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| Or he’ll beat us with a whip
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| We’d rather stay, we’d rather stay
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| Oh we really hate to leave |