The Call Up

(Hup, two, three, four

Hup, two, three, four

Hup, two, three, four

Hup, two, three, four)

It's up to you not to heed the call up

And you must not act the way you were brought up

Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?

Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call up

I don't wanna die

It's up to you not to heed the call up

I don't wanna kill

For he who will die

Is he who will kill

Maybe I wanna see the wheat fields

Over Kiev and down to the sea

It's up to you not to hear the call up

I don't wanna die

It's up to you not to hear the call up

I don't wanna kill

All the young people down the ages

They gladly marched off to die

Proud city fathers used to watch them

Tears in their eyes

It's up to you not to heed the call up

I don't wanna die

It's up to you not to hear the call up

I don't wanna kill

For he who will die

Is he who will kill

There is a rose that I want to live for

Although God knows I may not have met her

There is a dance and I should be with her

There is a town unlike any other

It's up to you not to heed the call up

And you must not act the way you were brought up

Who gives you work and why should you do it?

At 55 minutes past eleven

There is a rose

(Hup, two, three, four

I love the Marine Corps!

Hup, two, three, four

I love the Marine Corps!

Hup, two, three, four

I love the Marine Corps!)

It's up to you not to heed the call up

It's up to you not to hear the call up

I don't wanna die (Don't wanna die)

There is a rose I want to live for

It's up to you not to heed the call up