Hey Ho
TV's on, the favorite son is watchin' how the West was won
Daddy, please, a plastic gun, get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet-heads makin' brave and playin' dead
Missiles made of gingerbread and dollars on the dime
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Another world across the sea, home for little busy bees
Sweatin' in some factory, hurry, please, more of these
Action dolls with laser sights, robot planes that shoot at night
Faster, kid, and get it right, they're rollin' down the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Doo, doo, doodle-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doodle-doo-dah, dah-doodle, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doodle-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doodle-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah-dah
These days the spin machine is always on the silver screen
Secret plots and submarines, foreign fiends and magazines
Wave the flag, and watch the news, and tell us we can count on you
'Cause Mom and Dad are marchin' too, children step in time
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
So, bring your kids and coddled pets, bouncin' babes in bassinets
We'll play a game with tanks and jets, better yet, bayonets
Marchin' bands and color guards and funerals in your own backyard
And don't forget your credit card, Johnny, hold the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Yeah, someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Daddy, please, a plastic gun, get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet-heads makin' brave and playin' dead
Missiles made of gingerbread and dollars on the dime
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Another world across the sea, home for little busy bees
Sweatin' in some factory, hurry, please, more of these
Action dolls with laser sights, robot planes that shoot at night
Faster, kid, and get it right, they're rollin' down the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Doo, doo, doodle-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doodle-doo-dah, dah-doodle, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doodle-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo, doo-doodle-doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doodle-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah-dah
These days the spin machine is always on the silver screen
Secret plots and submarines, foreign fiends and magazines
Wave the flag, and watch the news, and tell us we can count on you
'Cause Mom and Dad are marchin' too, children step in time
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
So, bring your kids and coddled pets, bouncin' babes in bassinets
We'll play a game with tanks and jets, better yet, bayonets
Marchin' bands and color guards and funerals in your own backyard
And don't forget your credit card, Johnny, hold the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Yeah, someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Aaron Richardson, Anthony Moody, Eileen Kling
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