“Four Little Angels of Peace” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Four Little Angels of Peace” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).
Lyrics: Harold Rome.
Tune: Harold Rome.
Four little angels of peace are we,
Loving our neighbors so peacefully.
There’s really no harm
If we do not disarm
For we’re always in close harmony.
Four little angels of peace are we.
There is one thing on which we agree:
With foe or with friend,
We will fight to the end
Just for peace, peace, peace!
Though we butchered the Boers
On their own native shores
And slaughtered the Irish no end,
Though on India we poured,
Slaying horde upon horde,
We were playing the part of a friend.
Yes, our arms, we increase,
But we’re really for peace
Except in the case of a crook.
We conquered both spheres.
Now, we’re up to our ears
Just trying to keep what we took!
Three little angels of peace are we,
Living together so blissfully.
Oh, we never fight
Unless we’re in the right,
And we’re always in the right, you see.
Three little angels of peace are we.
There is one thing on which we agree:
Until we are wrecks,
We’ll break each other’s necks
Just for peace, peace, peace!
In Japan, we delight
In our generals might,
But the emperor knows peace is finer.
It isn’t our fault.
It’s a case of assault.
We are picked on and bullied by China.
Oh, how we deplore
Our great need for a war.
We’re a nation of poets and thinkers.
Though we bomb without pity
And lay waste to each city,
It’s because all the Chinese are stinkers!
Two little angels of peace are we,
Living together in amity.
We’ll sign any pact,
Saying we won’t attack,
But that’s just a mere formality.
Two little angels of peace are we.
There is one thing on which we agree:
We try to keep calm
When we gas and we bomb
Just for peace, peace, peace!
Now, I know that war
Is a thing to abhor
And that peace will fill our cornucopia.
With love from the start,
I just did my part
To civilize dear Ethiopia.
Though you call me sadistic,
I’m imperialistic.
My armies require a quarry.
And though we may slay
Hordes of Spaniards each day,
After all, don’t we say that we’re sorry?
Though I fall for the urge
Of a nice bloody purge
And leave in my wake piles of carrion
Though I clean up my schmutz
With a real Nazi putsch,
It is all for the sake of the Aryan.
My ambitions are small.
I want nothing at all.
My plans couldn’t be any littler.
Now that Austria’s Nazi,
It would be hotsey totsey
To put all the world under Hitler!
Four little angels of peace are we,
Reeking with odor of sanctity.
Though we slaughter the meek,
We confer every week,
And we talk it over peacefully.
Four little angels of peace are we.
There is one thing on which we agree:
With shot and with shell,
We give each other hell
Just for peace, peace, peace!