Here we are my old friend

Looking at the photographs

Isn't that Jimmy and his dear old dad

Isn't it a pity that he turned out mad

What about Jack off the drink

Makes you wonder, makes you think



Chorus:

Bring on the soldiers

Bring on the guns

Bring out the bullets

Bring on the sons

Bring out the haircut

Bring out the draft

Bring on the war



What you say my old friend

Wasn't that a pleasant time

Wasn't that funny when she lost her head

Gave away the wedding for the team instead

And what about Jack turning grey

Makes you wonder what you say



(chorus)



Bring out the Catholics

Bring out the Jews

Bring out the Protestants

And the Arabs too

Bring out your Russians

And bring out your Yanks

Bring out your missiles

And bring out your tanks

Bring out your capitalists

Bring out your Reds

Bring out your socialists

And you're sick in the head

Bring out your hammer

Bring up the fist

Bring out the sober

And let's all go and get fucking pissed

Go have your wars