See the world in technicolor, see what you can do
Five and niner fiddlesticks to tango echo two
Miles away from wastin' at the local five-and-dime

To wishing you were somewhere else to help to pass the time
Armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun
Armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun


Riots, blood, sand and mud was all I got to see
In Kandahar, El Salvador, Belfast and Barbary

I went mad in Stalingrad and I shivered to the bone
So I danced a jig in Ladysmith and wished that I was home
Armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun

Armed to the teeth and underneath a relentless foreign sun

Just another lowly victim in the struggle for hearts and minds

To the finest sons and daughters in the struggle of their life
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
Off to fight a rich man's war

Like our fathers did before

Just another lowly victim in the struggle for hearts and minds

To the finest sons and daughters in the struggle of their life
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
Off to fight a rich man's war

Like our fathers did before
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
Off to fight a rich man's war

Like our fathers did before
Guns and pipers, ship to shore
Ship to shore, ship to shore