TV's on, the favorite son is watching how the West was won
Daddy, please, a plastic gun, get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet heads, makin’ brave and playin’ dead
And missiles made of gingerbread, dollars on the dime
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Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin’ boy has fallen on his saber
Another world across the sea, home for little busy bees
Sweatin’ in some factory, hurry please, more of these
Action dolls with laser sights, robot planes that shoot at night
Faster kid, and get it right, they're rollin’ down the line
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These days the spin machine is always on the silver screen
Secret plots and submarines, foreign fiends and magazines
Wave the flag and watch the news, tell us we can count on you
Mom and Dad are marchin’ too, children, step in time
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So bring your kids and coddled pets, bouncin’ babes in bassinets
We'll play a game with tanks and jets, better yet -- bayonets
Marchin’ bands and colorguards, funerals in your own back yard
Don't forget your credit card, Johnny, hold the line