Boys march into war
To serve and 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 work
Keeping him from harm
Away to someplace mystical and warm
His lucky charm
Then he got caught
No cover at all
He breathed in her scent
Not even a scratch
He didn't die
When he stepped on a mine
They were violet 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 work
Keeping him from harm
Even though she didn't love him anymore
Can't kill that lucky charm
