Here he comes, rat -a -tat -tum,
Little Buddy Blayne, play your drum.
There's a town that I was born in,
where I spent my childhood days.
and his kids we used to play.
We pretended we were soldiers,
I could hear the bullets hum.
I fought with a broomstick,
and Little Buddy played his drum.
Here he comes, steppin' high,
there he goes, ta -ta -tum.
Little Buddy, play, play your drum.
The years just seemed to fly by,
little Buddy became a man
He went to far off places
and played with a marching band
He wrote home many letters
and played before the Queen
She gave my friend a medal
and said, my boy, well done
I've called my royal subjects
to hear you play your drum
Your country must be proud of you
Back in the USA, I christened you
The son of England, play little buddy, play
Here he comes, steppin' high
Play this drum, I'm marchin' by
There he goes, rat -a -tat -tum
Little buddy play, play your drum
And then one day a message
came to his mother's door
Your boy was killed this morning
This package that we're sending you
His mother looked inside and,
there was little Buddy's drum
Sometimes upon the hillside
You can hear a drummer there
You can see him in the moonlight
with the drums he loved to play
Then the shadows close around him
Little by little they, they will drown
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