Johnny can't drink 'cause Johnny ain't twenty-one
Yeah but he's eighteen and he's pretty handy with a gun
They sent him off to a foreign land
Gave him a new pair of boots and thirteen grand
And he came back home with American blood on his hands
But George is a real go-getter and he's running the show
Black gold for silver stars
Cold hard cash for armored cars
The brass ain't fighting but they're sure as hell taking a stand
And they'll have to live with American blood on their hands
Now George stands up on a boat proudly waving a flag