War is a-coming girl
Launder them sheets
We’ll hang in shelters
Reading the papers, watching flicks

War is a-coming girl
Stash away them kids
We’ll be hitting the bed soon
Counting rockets for sheep

And all the while,
Heaven’s a folk-dancing ballroom in swing
Missiles are kissing, what a thing!
Our bed has thrown in the towel, you win
Fear of God out the ring
Still, my neighbor reads Psalms, and hymns

War is a-coming girl
No cloud is in sight
The white doves all hawked
Madness our town's plight

Let’s get the hell out of here, you say
Deck our passports flush
We’ll travel to foreign lands
Buy rainbow sheets, make them blush

And all the while,
Heaven’s a folk-dancing ballroom in swing
Missiles are kissing, what a thing!
Our bed has thrown in the towel, you win
Fear of God out the ring
Still, my neighbor reads Psalms, and hymns

(c part)
How about we head down to the beach
It's peaceful and quiet, just us and the shells
Bag some grapes, an apple, a peach
You slip away to change, I peek at someone else

And all the while,
Heaven’s a folk-dancing ballroom in swing
Missiles are kissing, what a thing!
Our bed has thrown in the towel, you win
Fear of God out the ring
Alas, my neighbor no longer reads neither Psalms nor hymns

War is a-coming
Wash down them whites
Thread the needle right
Sew them flags, white

Yes, war is a-coming
Wash down them whites
Thread the needle tight
Shrouds are on order, tonight