Charlie boy, don’t go to war
First born in ’44
And Kennedy made him believe
We could do much more
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
And Lillian, don’t hang your head
Love should make you feel good
In uniform, you raised a man
Who volunteered to stand
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Play the bugle, play the taps (and)
Make your mothers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud
The news was bad on Upland Ave
Metuchen, mourn our loss
And sons rebelled, while fathers yelled
And mothers clutched the cross
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Play the bugle, play the taps (and)
Make your fathers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud
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