My non combatant Action Man
He never went to war
My friends had Germans, tanks and Jeeps
He stayed behind the door
My non combatant Action Man
Would not take up armaments
Objected to matters military
For reasons of con-sci-ence
His cloths had no insignia
No weapon by his side
If the cavalry came charging
He'd run away and hide
With plastic cannons roaring
When others heed the call
You'll not find my Action Man wanting
You'll not find him at all
I admit I often wondered
About the scar upon his face
Did he get it skiing
Or going off in space
It could have been whilst diving
But one thing can be sure
He didn't get it fighting
'cos he never went to war
He had the plastic real grip hands
He had the eagle eyes
But he never date Sindy
Nether were baptised
He never got to kiss her
Or see how far she'd go
Though the questions academic
He had little down below
So I look back on my Action Man
Not dashing, slick or bold
But none the less no coward
He just did what he was told
If my Action Man's still out there
I hope that he is free
To make his own decisions
And be happy just like me.