Soldier boy

Soldier of fortune

you go wherever the call is

soldier of fortune

you go wherever it is

thirty three and a third

revolutions per minute

bright lights go through his head

gonna bring down the government

gonna write to that girl

but first he puts on his walkman instead

retreats to a world where no one can hurt him

at least till the batteries die

soldier of fortune . . .

revolutions per minute!

A thousand miles an hour!

This is another call to arms

do you know where you're going?

Do you know what you're doing?

Or are you gonna stick to your guns?

But he made a vow that he would never run away

I am a lonely soldier boy

thousands of miles from my home

soldier of fortune . . .

not me