broomstick cowboy

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