Been sitting on old park benches Brother, hasn't it been fun? But you remember me from the trenches I fought in World War One Yes, you saw us off at the troop train Smiling a brave goodbye But where were you when we came home To claim our apple pie Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie? We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield Now where's our apple pie? World War Two was a favorite God was surely on our side The teenage kids enlisted with The blessings of their daddys' pride Well the wars may change but not so the glaze In the young boys' eyes When they cry out for their mamas In the hours before they die Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie? We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield Now where's our apple pie? I volunteered for the last one And I don't want to moralize But somehow I thought we deserved the best For the way we threw away our lives For we all believed in something I know it wasn't very clear But I know it wasn't rats in a hospital room And a broken-down wheelchair Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie? We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield Now where's our apple pie? Yes, Johnny finally got his gun Before he got his apple pie Now he hasn't got a hand to eat it with But still he doesn't want to die Because he prefers to go on fighting And let his baby brother know When the next time around the call goes out It's "Hell no, we won't go!" There'll be no World War Three, my friends There'll be no World War Three We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield There'll be no World War Three