Over there. Over
there. Our troops are going over there. To France they blare. To
fight with Pierre. Hey Triple Alliance, say a prayer. US wars are
rare.
First they attacked us, with their u-boats, then they slipped us the
Zimmerman note.
That alliance, wants us dead, but we will beat their pointy helmet
heads, trenches turning red.
Over there. Over there. Our troops are going over there. War
declared. Be prepared. Hey Triple Alliance, say a prayer. They don’t
fight fair.
Nationalism mania. Since they sunk the Lusitania. So our soldiers,
say their goodbyes. And head off to fight with the Allies. German
demise.
Over there. Over there. Our troops are going over there. So let’s
prepare. On land and air. Hey Triple Alliance, say a prayer. I say
beware.
Kaiser Wilhelm’s not a cool guy. Wait til he reads the Treaty of
Versailles. We’ll bring Germany to their knees, then a League of
Nations will give peace. They’ll be police.
Over there. Over there. Our troops are going over there. Get in our
hair, if you dare. Hey Triple Alliance, say a prayer. Over there!
Over there! Over there! They’re over there!
