The Bankers And The Diplomats
Malvina Reynolds| Un'altra versione del brano, riscritta da Rod Sinclair e presente... | |
| I BANCHIERI E I DIPLOMATICI La notte scorsa ho fatto uno stranissimo sogno : ho visto una gran parata con nastri di telescriventi a gogò, degli uomini stavano pure marciando in schiere come mai avevo visto prima. Oh, i banchieri e i diplomatici entrano nell’esercito : che lieto giorno, darei tutto il mio stipendio per vederli sfilare, coi loro panzoni sugli attenti e i pantaloni a strisce a riposo, Son diventati patrioti e stan per salpare verso terre straniere. Dovremo fare del nostro meglio e andare avanti con coraggio, così i ragazzi li teniamo qui a dirigere, mentre loro sono via. Oh, è così odioso vederli partire ! Quei distinti signori nell’esercito ! I banchieri e i diplomatici entrano nell’esercito, pareva una vergogna non far loro fare le guerre che amano organizzare e siam tutti contenti che vadano a combattere una bella guerretta, non han bisogno di propaganda, loro lo sanno per cosa combattono. Partiranno con dignità e al meglio della loro forma, e noi, invece, i ragazzi li terremo qui per tenere al calduccio le loro ragazze. I banchieri e i diplomatici entrano nell’esercito, dovremo facilitar loro le cose perché tutto è così nuovo e strano. Daremo loro pale d’argento quando devono scavare una trincea e canteranno armoniosamente mentre rispondono all’appello. Mangeranno le loro vecchie razioni K da una gavetta coi ricami a mano, e quando crepano, li riporteremo a casa per seppellirli a Fort Knox ! | THE PARADE The Military band is playing, come see the parade, Wave and cheer our heroes as they bravely march away, This time it's not the unemployed, the workers or the poor, It's the captains of our industries who're marching off to war. They're marching from the boardroom and from the stately home, From their club and from the embassy we're proud to see them come, It's their turn to lift the banner and to listen to the drum, Younger men must stay at home and keep the lassies warm. Hurray, Hurray, they're matching out today, The Millionaires and bankers in the Army. The millionaire director with a rifle in his hand, Is off to face the enemy to defend his native land, He likely won't be quite so fat when he comes back from war, We know that he'll fight bravely, he knows what he's fighting for. There goes the factory owner with the other wealthy men, We'll keep the wheels a turning till they come home again, Generals order generals to march and wheel and turn, The men alas must stay at home, there's plenty to be done. Hurray, Hurray, they're matching out today, The Millionaires and bankers in the Army. And there's the politician, who only yesterday Was talking on the telly of the price we'd have to pay, He looks a little paler now his words are not so fine, He's realized that he's the one whose life is on the line. Let's gather at the window, join the crowds that line the street, They're waving to the soldiers marching to the beat, This time it's not the unemployed, the workers or the poor, It's the judges and the millionaires who're marching off to war. Hurray, Hurray, they're matching out today, The Millionaires and bankers in the Army. |
