(Sung)
War is a science, which a general must use.
With stratigems and stratigies, statistical alalyses.
To know how many soldiers he's prepared to loose!
(Spoken)
Now gentlemen, this is the plan for tomorrow's skirmish.
(Sung)
The army of the enemy is stationed on the hill.
So we've got to draw them down here, where they're easier to kill.
So you in the revine, that's the area in green,
Will move across the plain, where you plainly can be seen.
Then the enemy, in blue, will undoubtedly persue,
And we'll hope to keep your loses to comparatively few.
And then...
And then...
And gentlemen, and then...
And then the men go marching out into the fray;
Conquering the enemy and carrying the day.
Hark! The blood is pounding in our ears.
Jubilations, we can hear a greatful nation's cheers!
(Spoken)
Pippin, sit down immediately. Now where was I? Ah, yes!
(Sung)
A general accepts that war is hell, or even worse.
He must never be too cautious or casualty adverse.
I'm certain the majority of blood that you will spatter
Will be theirs. With just a minimum of damage that's collateral.
But winner for success, we must always pay a price.
That's why for my success you must sacrifice.
And then...
And then...
And gentlemen, and then...
And then the men go marching out into the fray;
Conquering
(Spoken)
Pippin!
(Spoken)
Sorry, father.
(Spoken)
Well, now time is short, I'll have to speed the whole damn thing up.
(Sung)
Listen to me, men as I endevour to explain
What separates a charlatan from a Charlemegne.
A ruling of the generals illustrious and various
Though pompous as a Pompey or daring as a Darius
A little rule that every leader knows by heart
It's smarter to be lucky than it's lucky to be smart
And then...
And then...
And gentlemen, and then...
(Spoken)
Now, Pippin. Now!
And then the men go marching out into the fray;
Conquering the enemy and carrying the day.
The depth of blood is pounding in our ears.
Jubilations, we can hear a greatful nation's cheers!

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