Don't cry... you're a big boy
Wear corduroy, it suits you fine
Suck it up... you're a big boy
Stand over here on that line.
"Give me 20" 'cuz you're a man now
Don't let me hear a peep or whine
Give me another set then stand over there
You're a man so fall in line!
You are eighteen, a real big boy
What are you so worried for?
Head-shaven private first class
Every part of you feels so sore.
No more bingo cards, big boy
No more night lights in the bunk
It's khakis, freshly washed, pressed by you
And living out of a trunk.
Close your eyes, breathe easy big boy
Feel the dirt fill your cracks
That trench you dug will hold you tonight
Until you're startled by attack
See a flash fly into the sky
See your comrades arouse
Hold your gun steady, pull that trigger slow
Breathe first then yell out loud.
You're a big boy so feel proud
You're a big boy so take a bow.
