Draft Age (by John Stewart)
Clarence Mulloy stands in his bedroom and stares,
He is going away.
Clarence Mulloy stands at the mirror and shaves,
Today is the day.
Oh, it had to come sooner or later
That the letter of greetings would say,
"Clarence, my boy, you are draft age today."
Clarence Mulloy looks at his shelves and the soldiers
Made out of clay.
Clarence Mulloy looks at his Ma and they know
There is nothing to say.
Boarding the bus on the corner,
Every face on the street seemed to say,
”Clarence Mulloy, you are draft age today."
And the boys have all gone to Balboa
With some girls that they met on the way,
And Alexis stayed home like you told her.
”Clarence Mulloy, you are draft age today.
Clarence Mulloy looks out the window and sees
What is passing him by.
Clarence Mulloy how incredibly short it can be,
It is making you cry.
And the dirty small boy that has seen you
Looks up from his baseball to say,
"Clarence Mulloy, you are draft age today."
And the boys have all gone to Balboa
With some girls that they met on the way,
And Alexis stayed home like you told her.
“Clarence Mulloy, you are draft age today.”
John Stewart, 1968
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