"Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy
Of rocket ships and Mars;
Of sunny days
And Willie Mays
And chocolate candy bars

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy
Dream while you can;
Of big green frogs
And puppy dogs
And castles in the sand

For, all too soon you'll awaken;
Your toys will all be gone
Your broomstick horse will ride away
To find another home
And you'll have grown into a man
With cowboys of your own
And then you'll have to go to war
To try and save your home

And then you'll have to learn to hate;
You'll have to learn to kill
It's always been that way, my son;
I guess it always will
No broomstick gun they'll hand you;
No longer you'll pretend
You'll call some man your enemy;
You used to call him 'friend.'
And when the rockets thunder
You'll hear your brothers cry
And through it all you'll wonder
Just why they had to die

So dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy
Dream while you can;
For soon, you'll be a dreadful thing:
My son, you'll be a man