He's

five

foot

two,

and

he's

six

feet

four

He

fights

with

mis-

siles

and

with

spears

He's

all

of

thir-

ty

one,

and

he's

on-

ly

se-

ven-

teen

He's

been

a

sol-

dier

for

a

thou-

sand

years

He's

a

Catho-

lic,

a

Hin-

du,

an

at-

heist,

a

Jain

A

Budd-

hist

and

a

Bap-

tist

and

a

Jew

And

he

knows

he

should-

n't

kill

And

he

knows

he

al-

ways

will

Kill

you

for

me

my

friend,

and

me

for

you

And

he's

figh-

ting

for

Ca-

na-

da

He's

figh-

ting

for

France

He's

figh-

ting

for

the

U-

S-

A

And

he's

figh-

ting

for

the

Rus-

sians

And

he's

figh-

ting

for

Ja-

pan

And

he

thinks

we'll

put

an

end

to

war

this

way

And

he's

figh-

ting

for

De-

moc-

ra-

cy

He's

figh-

ting

for

the

Reds

He

says

it's

for

the

peace

of

all

He's

the

one

who

must

de-

cide

Who's

to

live

and

who's

to

die

And

he

ne-

ver

sees

the

wri-

ting

on

the

wall

But

wit-

hout

him

How

would

Hit-

ler

have

con-

demned

him

at

Li-

bau?

With-

out

him

Cae-

sar

would

have

stood

a-

lone

He's

the

one

who

gives

his

bo-

dy

As

a

wea-

pon

of

the

war

And

with-

out

him

all

this

kil-

ling

can't

go

on

He's

the

U-

ni-

ver-

sal

Sol-

dier

and

he

real-

ly

is

to

blame

His

or-

ders

come

from

far

a-

way

no

more

They

come

from

here

and

there

and

you

and

me

And

brot-

hers

can't

you

see

This

is

not

the

way

we

put

the

end

to

war