Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before,
I wanna salute the troops, and what is more,
I'd like to toast a drink to the stink of the semaphore
I wanna parade on the graves of the gone before.

We were all together then, officers and gentlemen,
prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and yellow men,
three million dead or more, what a score,
with god on your side, you'll never loose another war.

Chorus:
But don't despair, there's more to come,
make your repairs, re-skin your drum,
and I'll guarantee, world war three,
will be the biggest show, you've ever seen.

The russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss,
better get out your gun, set your sights and don't miss,
better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past,
if it don't taste like vodka, you'd better make it last.

Chorus:
But don't despair, there's more to come,
make your repairs, re-skin your drum,
and I'll guarantee, world war three,
will be the biggest show, you've ever seen.

Chorus:
But don't despair, there's more to come,
make your repairs, re-skin your drum,
and I'll guarantee, world war three,
will be the biggest show, you've ever seen.

What's this I see, there's still foliage on the trees,
someone said hello, it was surely meant for me.
Hello I replied feeling strange inside
he took me by the hand and he whispered an aside.

It's alright, don't let it worry your head,
war is over now, but unfortunately, you are dead.

Chorus:
But don't despair, there's more to come,
go on make your repairs, re-skin your drum,
and I'll guarantee, world war three,
will be the biggest show, you've ever seen.