Charlie boy, don't go to war
First born in forty-four
Kennedy made him believe
We could do much more

Ooh

Lillian, don't hang your head
Love should make you feel good
In uniform you raised a man
Who volunteered to stand

Ooh

Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your mothers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud

News was bad on Upland Ave
Metuchen mourn our loss
Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled
And mothers clutched the cross

Ooh

Play the bugle, play the taps and
Make your fathers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud