Bumm... bumm... bumm...
Feel the beat of the drum.
Oh, the drum.

A little soldier boy,
caught in his parents' war.

Momma Liberty
Papa Dignity
Uncle Sam...

Tell me why,
Borther John goes to a far away land.
He kills, he hunts.
He carries his knife and gun.
Children doing the job of a man.

If God's so great,
Why's Daddy late?
Why are his hand so red?
Can you tell me, Sam?

Bumm... bumm... bumm...
Feel the beat of the drum.
Oh, the drum.

Do you know?
Did you hear?
Johnny boy won't come back here.
He is gone;
no more.

Momma, Papa, this is your war. . .