This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun When the boys cry, in the morning light And they take their guns and leave their girls and step outside And they all feel blue 'cause they're waiting still For the enemy on the other side they're going to kill You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody You better kill When the bombers come with the rising sun And the dreams of glory and blue eyed hero's all have gone On the other side sits the enemy And I'm sure he won't invite for a cup of tea