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Ten cents a war, That's what he promised. Is there a chance he lied? Ten cents a war, Seemed like a bargain, But how it's multiplied. Seven to midnight, I hear ads Proclaiming that he has approved. He must be stark raving mad – Can't he see nobody's moved? Some people thought they'd found a hero, But what's he fighting for? All that we've got is ground zero – Come on, Bonzo, Ten cents a war!
Words by Lorenz Hart |