Four little angels of peace are we
   Loving our neighbors so peacefully
   There's really no harm if we do not disarm
   For we always in close harmony
   Four little angels of peace are we
   There is one thing on which we agree
   With fall or with friend
   We will fight to the end
   Just for peace, peace, peace...
   Though we butchered the boss
   And I've own made the choice
   And slaughter the Irish no end
   Though I'm injured and poor
   Slaying hoard upon hoard
   We're but playing the part of a friend
   Yes, our arms we ain't twist
   But we'll be elected for peace
   Except in the case of the crook
   We conquered both spears
   Now we're up to our ears
   Just trying to keep what we took
   Three little angels of peace are we
   Living together so blissfully
   Oh, we never fight unless
   We're on the right
   But we're always in the right, you see?
   Three little angels of peace are we
   There is one thing on which we agree
   Until we are wrecks
   We'll break each other's necks
   Just for peace, peace, peace...
   In Japan we've the right
   In a generous night
   But the Emperor knows peace is finer
   It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd
   We're picked down and buried by China
   Oh, how we're deplored
   I glad did it for the world
   We're a nation of poets and thinkers
   Also, though we bound without pity
   And lay west to his city
   It's because all the Chinese are stinkers
   Two little angels of peace are we
   Living together in amity
   We'll sign any pack saying we won't attack
   But it's just a mere formality
   Two little angels of peace are we
   There is one thing on which we agree
   We try to keep calm
   When we gas, we bump
   Just for peace, peace, peace...
   Now I know that our war
   Is a thing to have horror
   And that peaceful fill out
   When we hope we have
   With our love from the start
   I atrocious did all my part
   To civilize nearly the hope we have
   Though you call me sadistic
   Imperialistic
   My armies required a quarry
   And though we may slave
   What's a splendid day today
   After all that we'll say that we're sorry
   Though I fall for the urge
   Of a nice bloody purge
   And living my way I was carrying on
   Though I clean up my Schmutz
   Would I hear Nazi putz
   It is all for the sake of the Aryan
   My ambitions are small
   I want nothing at all
   My plans wouldn't be any littler
   Now that Austria's Nazi
   It will be hazy-gazy
   To put the whole world under Hitler
   Four little angels of peace are we
   Drinking with older of saintity
   Though we slaughter the meek
   We confirm every week
   And we talk it over peacefully
   Four little angels of peace are we
   There is one thing on which we agree
   We'll shout and we'll shell
   We'll get each other's hell
   Just for peace, peace, peace...