Lyrics:

Now, an I want you to gather 'round boys
We've all got to go, now
I want you to gather 'round boys
We all-of got to go
Now, th'ain't no use to you worryin'
You won't feel safe no mo'

Now, you got to wear a uniform
Man you got to be in style
Now, you got to wear Uncle Sam's uniform
So you can be in style
Now, you got to walk straight 'n tote a rifle
Uncle Sam wanna use you a while

'Take it away again, Charlie'

Well, now here comes man
Man re'dy-a climb on a high plane
Now an here come the man, now
Man ready-a climb on a high plane
'Well, now you got to walk straight down there, boy
'Picks up yo' feets don't let 'em drags!'

Now ain't no use to smilin' at me
Man, it ain't no use to shake my hand
No it ain't no use in smilin' at me
Man, ain't no use to shake my hand
Now, I ain't gonna walk wit' you this time
I've got to fly one-a-them bomber planes.