One, two, one, two.Been living on old park benches, brother hasn't it been fun?But you remember me from the trenches, I fought in World War I.Yeah, 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 walked and wheeled from the battlefield, now where's our apple pie?World War II was a favorite, God was surely on our side.The teenage kids enlisted with the blessings of their daddy's pride.Well, the wars may change, but not so the glaze in the young boys' eyeswhen 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 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.Because we all believed in something, though 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 walked and wheeled from the battlefield, now where's our apple pie?Yeah, Johnny finally got his gun before he got his apple pie.Now he hasn't got a hand to eat with, but still he doesn't want to die.Because he'd prefer to go on fighting and let his baby brother know.And the next time round when the call comes out, it's, hell no, we won't go.There'll be no World War III.There'll be no World War III, my friends. There'll be no World War III.We'll walk and wheel from the battlefield. There'll be no World War III.And where's our apple pie, my friends? Where's our apple pie?We'll walk and wheel from the battlefield. Now where's our apple pie?