Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know a place we're all gonna go
Pay you to kill if you're eighteen years old
First you need a haircut and then some new clothes
Stick you in a jungle to play G.I. Joe
[Chorus]
Fight for democracy, the American way
Not in your country, "What am I doin' here?" you say
Now it's too late, you're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua
[Verse 2]
What is this we're fighting for? What's our ultimate goal?
Force our ideas right down into their throats
American intervention grows deeper every day
Situations worsens, more soldiers on the way
[Chorus]
Fight for democracy, the American way
Not in your country, "What am I doin' here?" you say
Now it's too late, you're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua
[Verse 3]
Lessons we have learned are so easy to forget
Hints of Vietnam, how soon we all forget
First we send advisers and then go the troops
Another worthless conflict, another chance to lose
[Chorus]
Fight for democracy, the American way
Not in your country, "What am I doin' here?" you say
Now it's too late, you're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua
Written by: Phil Rind
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