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