War Babies

War babies torn from the war-time womb
 Raised in a rented room why are you cryin'
 War babies brought up to laugh at jokes
 Bout certain groups of folks why do you cry
 Why do you cry child of the times
 What's under your skin what's in your mind
 War babies you've got your Japanese toys
 And you've got your British noise so why do you cry
 Pray ev'ry night down on your knees
 You won't have to fight other war babies
 War babies get up and fix your eggs
 Moma is still in bed run on to Sunday school
 And stay for church services
 And you don't slam the door war babies
 Now how many times now how many times
 How many times will you all hear these lies
 Oh where have we failed you what in the world ails you
 Will you dry your eyes go wash your face and stay in your place
 You're just a disgrace war baby