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Harold Rome

"Four Little Angels of Peace" (karaoke)

"Four Little Angels of Peace" (sheet music)


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!


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