I need twelve good men
And I can only find eleven
There are six young lions
I'm still waiting for number seven
I may be living on Earth
But I am living for Heaven

[Something, something, something]
[I can't remember what I had there]

I got my black leather jacket
The one I wore through all my youth
I've got my black sunglasses
And I feel just like William Booth
Don't ask me nothin' 'bout nothin'
I just might tell you the truth