Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been
As I held the rope on through the scope, I wish I'd never seen
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
In Germany in the '45, my mind was on the altar
Thought of God, the Iron Rod and thought that needed shelter
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry, we cry
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero's welcome (woah-oh)
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion (woah-oh)
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning (woah-oh)
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry, we cry
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry, we cry
Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee
Lyrics Submitted by Commander Kakapo