No more fighting, no more war So what the hell are you marching for? No one got me a vehicle But still you wanna sing your birthday song No, no, no, no, there's nothing to shout about No, no, no, nothing to shout about No, no, no, no, there's nothing to shout about No, no, no, nothing to shout about No more fighting undercover But still you'll never trust your Russian lover No more working in a ditch But still you rock and roll against the ridge No, no, no, no, there's nothing to shout about No, no, no, nothing to shout about No, no, no, no, there's nothing to shout about No, no, no, no, there's nothing to shout about No, no, no, no, there's nothing to shout about