Andorra

I want to go to Andorra, Andorra, Andorra
I want to go to Andorra, it’s a place that I adore
They spent four dollars and ninety cents
On armaments and their defense
Did you ever hear of such confidence?
Andorra, hip hurrah!
In the mountains of the Pyrenees
There’s an independent state
Its population five thousand souls
And I think they’re simply great
One hundred and seventy square miles big
And it’s awfully dear to me
Spends less than five dollars on armaments
And this I’ve got to see
It’s governed by a council
All gentle souls and wise
They’ve only five dollars for armaments
And the rest for cakes and pies
They didn’t invest in a tommy gun
Or a plane to sweep the sky
But they bought some blanks for their cap pistols
To shoot on their Fourth of July
They live by the arts of farm and field
And by making shoes and hats
And they haven’t got room in their tiny land
For a horde of diplomats;
They haven’t got room in their tiny land
For armies to march about
And if anyone comes with a war budget
They throw the rascals out
I wandered clown by the Pentagon
This newspaper clipping in hand
I said, «I want to see everyone
In McNamara’s band.»
I said, «Look what they did in Andorra
They put us all to shame
The least is first, the biggest is last
Let’s get there just the same.»
The general said, «My dear boy
You just don’t understand
We need these things to feel secure
In our great and wealthy land.»
I said, «If security’s what you need
I’ll buy a couch for you
A headshrinker is cheaper and quicker
And a damn site safer too.»