MY DADDY WAS A HEROMy daddy was a hero For he marched off to fight. In the war to end all wars He helped to make things right. There was his picture on the wall With his buddies in their army clothes. I could just hear him saying "We'll get those so and sos". His gas mask was laid away In a cellar place. But he would always let me Put it on my face. Then I marched around the yard As daddy must have done With stick upon my shoulder (I didn't have daddy's gun). Those nasty Huns were the ones At whom I fired to kill. And if I could have found him I would have shot Kaiser Bill. Then I would have been a hero Just like my daddy was. And when I was asked why I did it I would say "just because". 'Cause they were bad and we were good Was the reason why. And just like my daddy did I had to shoot or die. One day I asked my daddy "Please tell me about the war And what you did To even up the score". "Well, son, there's not much to tell It was rather dull, I guess. For all I did in the army Was run a printing press." My daddy was a hero But in a different way. Even though he didn't fire a shot He helped to save the day.
