Tin Soldiers

Tin soldiers march to war
across the nursery floor they go
marching to war
We wind their clockwork keys
control their destinies, they know
they're never coming home

Tin soldiers in the ranks
all man their palstic tanks they go
out into the battle field
But the teddies hold their ground
to protect the jewels they found last week
underneath the bed

Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys
Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys
Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys
Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys

Tin soldiers march to war
they're marching four by four they go
marching to war
The hand that strikes them down
tins soldiers scattered round the floor
losing the war

Tin soldier's on his knees
he cries with agony
his clockwork heart is broke
his chipped enamel coat

Tin soldier's nearly done
he lost his tiny gun
his clockwork spring is dead
he lost his gallant head

Rubber duck mans battle ships
afraid to take a dip he sails
round and round the bath tub
Tin soldiers scattered round
lay dying on the ground get up
it's time for supper

Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys
Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys
Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys
Fighting toys, fighting toys,
Fighting toys for girls and boys

(N. deJong/R. Greenhalgh/R. deJong/I. Ballantyne) (4:51)

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