American Boy Soldier Songtext
von Edgar Broughton Band

What d′you wanna do boy?
Well, I don't really know
D′you wanna go back to school, kid?
Ernot really!
Well, d'you wanna go to work, boy?
Uh-uh!
D'you wanna dig potatoes, son?
No Siree! What d′you wanna do, boy?
D′you wanna go to war, boy?
Ooh, yes please sir!
They're sending me home, shot through to the bone
He had a red cross on his arm, all I got was napalm
The American Army, the American Army,
Wait till the Russians get hold of you!
Not forgetting the Navy, not forgetting the Navy


Shot down from my plane, they leave me out cold
Never be the same again, I was just 16yrs old!
The American Army, the American Army,
Wait till the Russians get hold of you!
Not forgetting the Navy, Not forgetting the Navy
And the Air force too!
It′ll be so nice to get back home to North Carolina
See my blonde, all-American honey bun
With her transistor radio turned up full!
Do all the things we used to do, back in the old days!
What a thrill it could be!
Hope you enjoy the air raid!