I watched my son in the parade

He marched and marched all night and day

I stood aside and waved my flag

I felt so proud to be his dad

I watched my son leave home one day

To keep the bad things far away

I stood aside and waved my flag

I felt so proud to be his dad

I watched my son fight every night

In heat, and dust, and red moonlight

I sat at home and waved my flag

I felt so proud to be his dad

I watched my son burn up one day

A smaller son made out of hay

The burners screamed, said he was bad

I still felt proud to be his dad

I watched my son come home one day

In a box named USMC

Though I cried, (I’m always sad)

I still was proud to be his dad

The people burn him once again

They burn him every day on end

And still I stand and wave my flag

I still am proud to be his dad