Charlie boy, don't go to war,
First born in '44
Kennedy made him believe
We could do much more
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
And Lillian, don't hang your head,
Love should make you feel good
In uniform you raised a man,
Who volunteered to stand
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Play the bugle, play the taps
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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Play the bugle, play the taps
Make your fathers proud
Raise your rifles to the sky, boys
Fire that volley loud