Andorra

I want to go to Andorra, Andorra, Andorra,

I want to go to Andorra, it's a place I adore,

They spent four dollars and ninety cents

On armaments and their defense,

Did you ever hear of such confidence?

Andorra, hip hurrah!

In the mountains of the Pyrenees

There's an independent state,

Its population five thousand souls,

And I think they're simply great.

One hundred and seventy square miles big

And it's awf'lly dear to me.

Spends less than five dollars on armaments,

And this I've got to see.

It's governed by a council,

All gentle souls and wise,

They've only five dollars for armaments

And the rest for cakes and pies;

They didn't invest in a tommy gun

Or a plane to sweep the sky,

But they bought some blanks for their cap pistols

To shoot on their Fourth of July.

They live by the arts of farm and field

And by making shoes and hats,

And they haven't got room in their tiny land

For a horde of diplomats;

They haven't got room in their tiny land

For armies to march about,

And if anyone comes with a war budget

They throw the rascals out.