At four years old, so I've been told, –I was a soldier boy;
I had a scarlet uniform, – it was my pride and joy.
With the drums and the guns and the guns and the drums
-I'd march away to war;
I'd fight all day –and in my play
I would hear those cannon roar..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
At the age of nine, with a friend of mine, -I'd sail the raging sea;
We flew the Jolly Roger.. –and we did just as we pleased.
We fought at sea with the Queen's Navy,
-We fought on ship and shore;
When the Bosun cried –We gave a broadside
And made those cannon roar..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
When I turned fourteen I changed the scene, – to be better than the rest;
I turned on the charm –for the girl on my arm -with the wings upon my chest;
for I was a fighter pilot, – they called me the Dog-fight Lord;
from ten o'clock high – I'd clear the sky
when I made those cannon roar..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
Boom, boom - Bang, bang, Boom, boom - Bang, bang, –yeah.
Now I'm a man and I understand
about the fighting and the killing in the far off lands;
People sighing –and people dying,
Cannons roar and the children crying:
Who needs war?
- certainly not the soldier boy.
Who needs war?
- not the sailor out at sea.
Who needs war?
- not the pilot of an aeroplane:
Dropping bombs on people..
and that means you and me.
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
Now I'm growing older, –still I can't understand;
Why from the age of four years old -I had a rifle in my hand.
And it's never mind the reason
And it's don't discuss the cause;
for your Queen or your flag or your country boy
You just fight when the cannon roars !
Who needs war?
- certainly not the soldier boy.
Who needs war?
- not the sailor out at sea.
Who needs war?
- not the pilot of an aeroplane:
Dropping bombs on people
and that means you and me..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah...
Boom, boom - Bang, bang, Boom, boom - Bang, bang, –yeah...
I had a scarlet uniform, – it was my pride and joy.
With the drums and the guns and the guns and the drums
-I'd march away to war;
I'd fight all day –and in my play
I would hear those cannon roar..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
At the age of nine, with a friend of mine, -I'd sail the raging sea;
We flew the Jolly Roger.. –and we did just as we pleased.
We fought at sea with the Queen's Navy,
-We fought on ship and shore;
When the Bosun cried –We gave a broadside
And made those cannon roar..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
When I turned fourteen I changed the scene, – to be better than the rest;
I turned on the charm –for the girl on my arm -with the wings upon my chest;
for I was a fighter pilot, – they called me the Dog-fight Lord;
from ten o'clock high – I'd clear the sky
when I made those cannon roar..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
Boom, boom - Bang, bang, Boom, boom - Bang, bang, –yeah.
Now I'm a man and I understand
about the fighting and the killing in the far off lands;
People sighing –and people dying,
Cannons roar and the children crying:
Who needs war?
- certainly not the soldier boy.
Who needs war?
- not the sailor out at sea.
Who needs war?
- not the pilot of an aeroplane:
Dropping bombs on people..
and that means you and me.
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah..
Now I'm growing older, –still I can't understand;
Why from the age of four years old -I had a rifle in my hand.
And it's never mind the reason
And it's don't discuss the cause;
for your Queen or your flag or your country boy
You just fight when the cannon roars !
Who needs war?
- certainly not the soldier boy.
Who needs war?
- not the sailor out at sea.
Who needs war?
- not the pilot of an aeroplane:
Dropping bombs on people
and that means you and me..
Boom, Boom
Bang, Bang, – ...Yeah...
Boom, boom - Bang, bang, Boom, boom - Bang, bang, –yeah...
inviata da giorgio - 2/5/2013 - 08:10
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Lyrics & Music by Dai Crowther
From the age of four -like most children- I played at war - with sticks for swords and spears and toy guns, bows and arrows etcetera... I still don't understand why we were/are encouraged to think that war can be fun.
This song records that progression into adulthood and questions: why?