Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

When the Lusitania went down.

I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.

Let's all be Americans now.

Over there.

Hello, Central! give me No Man's Land.

There's a vacant chair in every home tonight.

I've got my captain working for me now.

My dream of the big parade.

Der Fuehrer's face.

He's 1-A in the army and he's A-1 in my heart.

Stalin wasn't stallin'

We did it before and we can do it again.

I left my heart at the stage door canteen.

Goodbye, mama (I'm off to Yokohama)

No love, no nothin'.

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.

My guy's come back.