He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
And he's all of thirty-one, but he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
But he knows he always will
Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide
Who's to live and who's to die,
But he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Labau?
Without him Caesar would've stood alone.
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
Come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers, can't you see?
This is not the way we put the end to war.