Song parody of
Bugle Serenade 1975
by High Heavens
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Woke up the troops with a bugle serenade
Blew from the gut but the ranks were never made
Walkie talkie static from across the yard
Rifles in a stack by the open gate
Rifles in a stack by the open gate. Oh!
Walkie talkie static from across the yard
I went on patrol, didn't find a single head
The enemies foxhole looks like a riverbed
What I thought was a private on a cannon was an empty uniform
I ran home to the barracks
There was no one but on each bunk was an empty uniform
Solitary soldier on a hill. Mercenary man with no one to kill
Mercenary man with no one to kill. Oh!
Solitary soldier on a hill
I swear I shot him and I looked to see where I got him
It was an empty uniform
I swear I shot him, I swear I got him
It was an empty uniform
A war is a war, and when it's no more
A uniform is a fashion
It's a fashion!
Where is the line in the sand when the wind has blown?
Who are the leaders of men when they're on their own?
Hiding from a tank inside a tent
Shooting at a tin can on a fence
Woke up the troops with a bugle serenade
Blew from the gut but the ranks were never made
Walkie talkie static from across the yard
Rifles in a stack by the open gate
Rifles in a stack by the open gate. Oh!
Walkie talkie static from across the yard
I went on patrol, didn't find a single head
The enemies foxhole looks like a riverbed
What I thought was a private on a cannon was an empty uniform
I ran home to the barracks
There was no one but on each bunk was an empty uniform
Solitary soldier on a hill. Mercenary man with no one to kill
Mercenary man with no one to kill. Oh!
Solitary soldier on a hill
I swear I shot him and I looked to see where I got him
It was an empty uniform
I swear I shot him, I swear I got him
It was an empty uniform
A war is a war, and when it's no more
A uniform is a fashion
It's a fashion!
Where is the line in the sand when the wind has blown?
Who are the leaders of men when they're on their own?
Hiding from a tank inside a tent
Shooting at a tin can on a fence
