Lyrics:

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

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

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