He was a boy who just like me loved The Beatles and The Rolling Stones
Traveled the world singing about the beautiful things of America
He wasn't a looker but had thousands of girls into him
Used to sing 'Help' and 'Ticket to ride'
'Oh! Lady Jane' and 'Yesterday'.
Chanted long live to the land of the free
But a letter arrived at short notice
And of his electric guitar he departed
Once he was summoned to America.
Stop! with The Rolling Stones
Stop! with The Beatles songs
He was sent to Vietnam
To fight against the Viet Cong
Bratatat! Bratatat!
Bratatat! Bratatat!
Bratatat! Bratatat!
Bratatat!Bratatat!Bratatat!
He was a boy who just like me loved The Beatles and The Rolling Stones
He has traveled the world but ended up
Fighting in the war in Vietnam
Long hair he no longer have
Doesn't play his guitar
But only the instrument he has in hands
And always the same tune, Bratatat!
No longer has friends and doesn't see any girls
Only sees dead people lying on the floor
To his parents he won't go back
Because he is dead in Vietnam
Stop! with The Rolling Stones
Stop! with The Beatles songs
In his chest, there is no heart
But two medals instead
Bratatat! Bratatat!
Bratatat! Bratatat!
Bratatat! Bratatat!
Bratatat!Bratatat!Bratatat!