Where's My Apple Pie?

Been sitting

on old park benches

Brother, hasn't it been fun?

But you remember me

from the trenches

I fought in World War One

Yes, you saw us off

at the troop train

Smiling a brave goodbye

But where were you

when we came home

To claim our apple pie

Oh where's our apple pie,

my friends?

Where's our apple pie?

We've walked and wheeled

from the battlefield

Now where's our apple pie?

World War Two was a favorite

God was surely on our side

The teenage kids enlisted with

The blessings

of their daddys' pride

Well the wars may change

but not so the glaze

In the young boys' eyes

When they cry out

for their mamas

In the hours before they die

Oh where's our apple pie,

my friends?

Where's our apple pie?

We've walked and wheeled

from the battlefield

Now where's our apple pie?

I volunteered for the last one

And I don't want to moralize

But somehow I thought

we deserved the best

For the way

we threw away our lives

For we all believed in something

I know it wasn't very clear

But I know it wasn't rats

in a hospital room

And a broken-down wheelchair

Oh where's our apple pie,

my friends?

Where's our apple pie?

We've walked and wheeled

from the battlefield

Now where's our apple pie?

Yes,

Johnny finally got his gun

Before he got his apple pie

Now he hasn't got a hand

to eat it with

But still

he doesn't want to die

Because he prefers

to go on fighting

And let his baby brother know

When the next time around

the call goes out

It's "Hell no, we won't go!"

There'll be no World War Three,

my friends

There'll be no World War Three

We've walked and wheeled

from the battlefield

There'll be no World War Three