CHORUS (After each verse):

I want to go to Andorra, Andorra, Andorra,
I want to go to Andorra, itís a place that I adore,
They spent four dollars and ninety cents
On armaments and their defense,
Did you ever hear of such confidence?
Andorra, hip hurrah!

In the mountains of the Pyrenees
Thereís an independent state,
Its population five thousand souls,
And I think theyíre simply great.
One hundred and seventy square miles big
And itís awfully dear to me.
Spends less than five dollars on armaments,
And this Iíve got to see.

Itís governed by a council,
All gentle souls and wise,
Theyíve only five dollars for armaments
And the rest for cakes and pies.
They didnít invest in a tommy gun
Or a plane to sweep the sky,
But they bought some blanks for their cap pistols
To shoot on their Fourth of July.

They live by the arts of farm and field
And by making shoes and hats,
And they havenít got room in their tiny land
For a horde of diplomats;
They havenít got room in their tiny land
For armies to march about,
And if anyone comes with a war budget
They throw the rascals out.

I wandered clown by the Pentagon
This newspaper clipping in hand
I said, "I want to see everyone
In McNamaraís band."
I said, "Look what they did in Andorra,
They put us all to shame.
The least is first, the biggest is last,
Letís get there just the same."

The general said, "My dear boy,
You just donít understand.
We need these things to feel secure
In our great and wealthy land."
I said, "If securityís what you need
Iíll buy a couch for you,
A headshrinker is cheaper and quicker
And a damn site safer too."

Words by Malvina Reynolds
Music and last two verses by Pete Seeger
(c) 1962 (renewed) Amadeo-Brio Music, Inc. All rights reserved.