by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942-Sep 1945

Now retirement ain’t
what it’s cracked up to be
oh, there are places you can go see
but if you ain’t got the dough
then Buddy, you don’t go.
Retirement ain’t what it’s 
cracked up to be.

I tell all the young’uns
who I know to
save a lot of dough
‘cause the days ahead
twix now and dead
may be leaner and meaner
than you know.
Yeah, retirement ain‘t
what it’s cracked up to be.

I remember back 
some years ago
that I gave no thought
to needing dough,
I was havin’ fun
always on the run,
as a Marine
I was all gung-ho.
Retirement ain’t what
it’s cracked up to be.

And then one day
it caught me unaware,
the Corps said to me,
Take care!
I was taken off the roll,
told to take a stroll;
I was finished
with the life I’d led,
so, retirement ain’t
what it’s cracked up to be.

Hear me as I despair,
do not be taken 
unaware.
Put some money
in your sock,
bury it beneath a rock
or buy some good stock
so when you're in need
it'll be there,
'cause retirement
ain’t what it’s cracked up 
to be.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942-44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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