Hey Ho Lyrics

CAPO: 1st Fret
INTRO: Am
TV's on, the favourite son is watching how the West was won
Daddy, please, a plastic gun, get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet heads, making brave and playing dead
And 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 labour
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darling boy, has fallen on his sabre
Another world across the sea, home for little busy bees
Sweating 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 rolling down the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe, have turned their hands to labour
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darling boy, has fallen on his sabre
INSTRUMENTAL: C G Am C G Dsus2 Am C G Am C G Am
These days the spin machine is always on the silver screen
Secret plots and submarines, foreign fiends and magazines
Wave the flag and watch the news and tell us we can count on you
'Cause Mom and Dad are marching too, children, step in time
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
The merchant kings of war and woe, have turned their hands to labour
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darling boy, has fallen on his sabre
So bring your kids and coddled pets, bouncing babes in bassinets
We'll play a game with tanks and jets, better yet, bayonets
Marching bands and colour-guards, funerals in your own back yard
Don't forget your credit card, Johnny, hold the line____
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 labour
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone's dread and darling boy, has fallen on his sabre
C G N.C. Am
Yes, someone's dread and darling boy, has fallen on his sabre