Boys march into war To certain defeat They were younger than me Guns poke through the trees Death on a limb They were aiming at him And when the bullets came, he didn’t duck. He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck And he could feel the magic working Keeping him from harm Away to some place mystical and warm His lucky charm
He got caught No cover at all He’d breath in her scent Not even a scratch He didn’t die When he stepped on a mine They were violent and soft It didn’t go off
And when her letter came he didn’t cry He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes And he could feel the magic working Keeping him from harm Even though she didn’t love him any more. Can’t kill a lucky charm