Le Soldat Rose

I know a thing or two about this big store
I've been waiting on this shelf since forever
Nobody wants me, and for good reason
Who would want a soldier, pink
Who would want a soldier, a pink soldier
Boys don't like
My dancer's color
And girls say yuck!
In front of my machine gun
Welcome, little guy
I have to tell you something
They call me the soldier, pink
They call me the soldier, the pink soldier

I get nervous, get stiff
Get sclerotic, what a psychosis
Everything is not really pink
In the life of a soldier, pink soldier

Overdose of bruises
Makes my prose very gloomy
Everything is gray, everything is black
In my life as a soldier, as a pink soldier

I know a thing or two
About this big store
The rag dolls
The puzzles and the trains
Over there, the stuffed animals
And to top it off
A flamingo like me, pink
A flamingo like me, a pink flamingo

I get nervous, get stiff
Get sclerotic, what a psychosis
Everything is not really pink
In the life of a soldier, pink soldier

Overdose of bruises
Makes my prose very gloomy
Everything is gray, everything is black
In my life as a soldier, as a pink soldier

Nobody wants me, and for good reason
Who would want a soldier, pink?
Who would want a soldier, a pink soldier?