Lordy, Lordy with your bloody ways.
Send down the bomb at us 'till the earth she sways.
Send down the friggin' pest,
For men we will not rest.
We want another war.
Something to fighting for.
We'll fight segregation, we'll fight the black.
We'll fight the yellow race, the reds and then back.
We want to hold a gun and shoot.
That's why we were born.
And we want the bomb to boot,
Or mankind is forlorn
So give us war! war! war! like it ever was before.
We'll fight the viets,
We'll fight the vietnicks too.
We'll fight anybody,
That's what we're livin' for.
We will creep upon them in the middle of the night.
And all we got to do is
THINK THAT WE'RE RIGHT.
Send down the bomb at us 'till the earth she sways.
Send down the friggin' pest,
For men we will not rest.
We want another war.
Something to fighting for.
We'll fight segregation, we'll fight the black.
We'll fight the yellow race, the reds and then back.
We want to hold a gun and shoot.
That's why we were born.
And we want the bomb to boot,
Or mankind is forlorn
So give us war! war! war! like it ever was before.
We'll fight the viets,
We'll fight the vietnicks too.
We'll fight anybody,
That's what we're livin' for.
We will creep upon them in the middle of the night.
And all we got to do is
THINK THAT WE'RE RIGHT.
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Canzone sarcastica cantata in inglese del cantante belga (di Antwerp) Ferre Grignard. Un hippie eccentrico, Grignard provò a trasferirsi negli USA ma fu espulso in quanto anarchico. Negli anni '70 visse in una sorta di comune hippie. Dimenticato dai fan e con gravi problemi economici, morì ancora giovane di cancro nel 1982.