Tango Atlantico (Live At The Roundabout Theatre, New York City/1986)

It's Xmas time again Has it really been a year And a soldier sighs again And thinks about his kids and English beer Pulls on his boots again And steps into the pissing rain And the clouds look just like dirty sheep But at least he's got a job And he knows he can't complain And you may think that this song comes too late But lest we forget This tango Atlantico isn't over yet Can you imagine this The general and the lady dance She flashes victory signs and smokes cigars He shines his medals up for one last chance They make a pretty pair But no one understands their game Because they can't agree about the stakes They can't agree on anything They can't even agree on the name And you may think that this song comes too late But lest we forget This tango Atlantico isn't over yet Sorry Tommy . . . Lost a foot? . . . Bloody land mines . . . No more soccer for you . . . And you may think that this song comes too late But lest we forget This tango Atlantico isn't over yet