Music for the Pentagon's Warlord Christmas party.
Have yourself a merry little skirmish.
Let your conscience hide.
From now on,
Our deficits are out of sight.
Have yourself a merry little skirmish.
Send the straights and gay.
From now on our lovers will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days
In an endless bogus war.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Stacked at Dover Base once more.
Through the years
Excuses will be endless
If's all one big cash cow.
Hang a giant flag upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little skirmish now.
Origional lyrics by Ralph Blane and music by Hugh Martin.











