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