Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

Oh child, oh child And I know that I can't pretend that I haven't had my regret From the memories that I've kept, to the history I forget Oh, my father before he left Oh, there's one thing I wish he said "Oh child, just do what you love, 'cause you won't

Rise from the seats to sing hallelujah And my father told me, son It's not his fault he doesn't know your face And you're not the only one Although my grandma used to say, he used to say Darling hold me in your arms the way you did last night And we'll

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness Crashed and on their way Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away A snowflake falls in may. And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out 'Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

It is him I love Holy Father Say I shouldn’t be here but I can’t give up his touch Don’t you try and tell me that God doesn’t care for us We need to talk I have a secret

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

Tomorrow I ride at dawn Like my father And his father And his father before Watched the soil burn with fire War after war Done things I didn't know I could For the common good Give a man a hundred years

Yankee Doodle, keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy Mind the music and the step And with the girls be handy Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni Father and I went down to camp