Text: Hall & Oates. War Babies. War Baby, Son Of Zorro.

He's A War Baby, Son Of Zorro
He's A War Baby, Son Of Zorro
War Baby
Been through Momma, the bomb and 'Nam
He's a war, he's a war
He's a war
He's a war baby
He's a worn baby, born in '45
He's a torn baby, but he's still alive
Ate puffed wheat, X-rayed his feet
Scared baby, ain't in the Atomic Age
War baby
Water ice, sleeveless fights, Despot, I know, yes, I know
Angel eyes, Simoniz, yes, I know
He's a scared baby, afraid of a plane
Hid under his desk in a hundred air raids, Scared baby
Dug in dirt, watched Wyatt Earp, in the Atomic Age
Led three lives, Commie spies, Holy Joe, Holy Joe
Go Marines, Cloverine, yes, I know, yes, I know
He's A War Baby, Son Of Zorro
He's A War Baby, Son Of Zorro
War baby
Been through Momma, the bomb and 'Nam
He's a war, he's a war
He's a war
He's a war baby
He's a war, he's a war baby
He's a war, a war baby