Allies ain’t easy to love, and they’re harder to hold
They’d rather give you a loss, than diamonds or gold
The doomed Prince of Wales and the faded Repulse,
and each night begins a new day
If you don’t understand them, and you don’t lose quick,
they’ll prob’ly just die away
<chorus>Mommas, don’t let your babies grow up…. to play Allies
Don’t let 'em shoot M-1’s, or drive them old trucks,
Let 'em wear gray, and yellow, and such
Mommas, don’t let your babies grow up… to play Allies
'cause they’ll never win, and they’re always alone
even when you get some luck
Allies like smokey ol’ Shermans and clear bombing skies…
Little shell casings and children, and girls of the night…
Them that don’t know 'em, won’t like 'em,
and them that do, usually won’t know how to play 'em
He ain’t wrong, he’s just weak, but his pride won’t let him
do things to make you think he’ll win
<chorus again=“”>Here’s the famous song that inspired my lyrics today:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RePtDvh4Yq4</chorus></chorus>