The marching band came down along mainstreet, The soldier blues fell in behind. I looked across and there I saw Billy, Waiting to go join the line. And with her head upon his shoulder, His young and lovely fiancee. And from where I stood I saw she was crying, And through her tears I heard her say: "Billy, don't go off to war. If you go to war you can f**ing consider yourself dropped, because I'm not going to make love to you if you're an armless, legless corpse." Billy don't be a hero, Don't be a fool with your life. Billy don't be a hero, Come back and make me your wife. And as Billy started to go, She said "Keep your pretty head low." Billy don't be a hero, Come back to me. The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside, The battle raging all around. The sergeant said "We've got to hang on boys. We've go to hold this piece of ground. I need a volunteer to ride up, And bring us back some extra men." And Billy's hand was up in a moment, Forgetting all the words she said. Billy don't be a hero, Don't be a fool with your life. Billy don't be a hero, Come back and make me your wife. And as Billy started to go, She said "Where did Billy's head go?" Billy don't be a hero, Come back to me. I heard his fiancee got a letter, Saying how Billy died that day. The letter said that he was a hero, She should be proud he died that way. I heard she threw the letter away. And as the mailman started to go, He said "Keep your pretty head low." Billy don't be a hero come back to me.