Lyrics:

I know a place where you're all gonna go
They'll pay you to kill if you're eighteen years old
First you'll need a haircut, and then some new clothes
They'll stick you in a jungle to play G.I. Joe

You fight for democracy and the American way
You're not in your country; 'What am I doing here?', you say
Now it's too late, you're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua

What is this we're fighting for? What's our ultimate goal?
To force our ideas right down to their throats
American intervention grows deeper every day
The situation worsens, more soldiers on the way

You fight for democracy and the American way
You're not in your country; 'What am I doing here?', you say
Now it's too late, you're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua



Lessons we have learned are so easy to forget
Hints of Vietnam, how soon we all forget
First we send advisors, and then go the troops
Another worthless conflict, another chance to lose

You fight for democracy and the American way
You're not in your country; 'What am I doing here?', you say
Now it's too late, you're entering Managua
If you had brought your surfboard, you could surf Nicaragua