Tracy Grammer - Hey Ho lyrics

TV's on, the favorite son is Watchin' how the West was won Daddy, please, a plastic gun Get brother one for twice the fun Little camo helmet-heads Makin brave and playin dead Missiles made of gingerbread Dollars on the dime CHORUS: Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy Someone's dread and darlin' boy has fallen on his saber Another world across the sea Home for little busy bees Sweatin in some factory Hurry, please, more of these Action dolls with laser sights Robot planes that shoot at night Faster, kid, and get it right They're rollin' down the line CHORUS These days the spin machine Is always on the silver screen Secret plots and submarines Foreign fiends and magazines Wave the flag, watch the news Tell us we can count on you Mom and dad are marchin' too Children, step in time CHORUS Bring your kids and coddled pets Bouncin' babes in ba**inets We'll play a game with tanks and jets Better yet, bayonets! Marchin bands and color guards Funerals in your own backyard Don't forget your credit card Johnny, hold the line CHORUS