He’s five foot-two, and

he’s six feet-four,

He fights with missiles and with spears.

He’s all of thirty-one,

and he’s only seventeen,

He’s been a soldier

for a thousand years.

He’a a Catholic, a Hindu,

an Atheist, a Jain,

A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.

And he knows he shouldn’t kill,

And he knows he always will,

Kill you for me my

friend and me for you.

And he’s fighting for Canada,

He’s fighting for France,

He’s fighting for the USA,

And he’s fighting for the Russians,

And he’s fighting for Japan,

And he thinks we’ll put

an end to war this way.

And he’s fighting for Democracy,

He’s fighting for the Reds,

He says it’s for the peace of all.

He’s the one who must decide,

Who’s to live and who’s to die,

And he never sees the

writing on the wall.

But without him,

How would Hitler have

condemned him at Labau?

Without him Caesar

would have stood alone,

He’s the one who gives his body

As a weapon of the war,

And without him all this

killing can’t go on.

He’s the Universal Soldier

and he really is to blame,

His orders come from far away no more,

They come from here and

there and you and me,

And brothers can’t you see,

This is not the way