Lysistrata, open up the bedroom door
What is the matter, ain't you in love with me no more?
I enlisted in the army today,
One more time before I march away

Make me feel like a big strong man
You say you don't care about my pride,
You love me too much just to let me die,
And you won't let me come inside

Unless I don't go to war no more
Lysistrata, little boys like to have their fun,
And you know I gotta put on my colors and get my gun
Every able bodied man that I know,

Every patriot is packed to go
Won't you give me a last goodbye
I'll be sent off to a distant land,
To spill my blood upon some foreign sand,

And I may die by an enemy's hand
And then I won't go to war no more
Send the boys all back to the farm
Tell the troops it was a false alarm,

'Cause if I die I want to be in your arms,
And so I won't go to war, no I won't go to war,
Said I won't go to war no more

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Writer(s): JOHN WILCOX, KASIM SULTON, ROGER POWELL, TODD RUNDGREN