[Verse 1]
What a friend we have in congress
Who will guard our every shore
Spend three quarters of our taxes
Getting ready for the war

[Verse 2]
Guns will make our coastline bristle
And we have to fill the skies
Full of planes and missiles
They'll be paid for by and by

[Verse 3]
Have you noticed all the progress
In our mighty airborne fleet?
By the time a plane's adopted
It's already obsolete

[Verse 4]
Modern bombs are sure to carry
Loads of glory, joy and thrills
What a privilege to bury
All the death our money kills

[Verse 5]
There's no factory profit brothers
And we have to do or die
One improvement then another
They'll be paid for by and by
[Verse 6]
Never mind the widows weeping
Disregard the orphen's cries
When God wakes the dead and sleeping
They'll be paid for by and by