March of the Wooden Soldiers by Paris (FRA) Lyrics

We left the wheel two days ago
We were so tired we could not show
Now the slightest look we can not bear
We do the march of the wooden soldiers

We crawl on back towards our homes
We're a meaningless line in a peculiar song
When you don't even know why you're here at all no more
That's when you do the march of the wooden soldiers

Wet sidewalks
Endless fun
We've slept with everyone
Stumble and rise like a wooden soldier
Stumble and rise again

Just when you think that you've been had
Here comes democracy in Stalingrad
Now is the time to switch our roles
To redefine our mutual sexual soul
So here we go again
Stumble and rise like a wooden soldier
Stumble and rise again