Soldier Boy Songtext
von Swingin’ Utters

Good solid build
This ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men
Polished new shoes and uniform
Not a bad sort, just came here on a whim

And now our soldier boy is missing home
And now our little boy is dead as a stone

Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks
Snow-white combed hair, lanky physique
Mobile, but awkwardly made-up
Like some old wannabe debutante

And now our soldier boy is leaving his own
And, this old rag-tag neighborhood is folded up and gone


Good solid build
This ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men
Polished new shoes and uniform
Not a bad sort, just came here on a whim

And now our soldier boy is missing home
And now our little boy is dead as a stone

Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks
Snow-white combed hair, lanky physique
Mobile, but awkwardly made-up
Like some old wannabe debutante

And now our soldier boy is leaving his own
And, this old rag-tag neighborhood is folded up and gone

And now our little boy is missing home
And now our soldier boy is dead as a stone
And this bright young chill is chilling me
But it′s not you, who lives on a farm