boiler Posted November 11, 2009 Report Share Posted November 11, 2009 People staring at me as they wheel meDown the ramp towards my planeThe war is over for meI've forgotten everything except the painThank you sir, and yes sir, it was worth itFor the ol' red, white and blueAnd since I won't be walkingI suppose I'll save some money buying shoesThe bottle hidden underneath the blanketOver my two battered legsI can see the stewardess make over meAnd ask, "Were you afraid?"I'll say, "Why no? I'm Superman"And couldn't find the phone booth quite in timeA GI gets a lot of laughsHe remembers all the funny linesMama bake a pieDaddy kill a chickenYour son is coming home11:35, Wednesday nightMama will be crying and daddy's gonna say"Son, did they treat you good?"My uncle will be drunk and he'll say"Boy, they doing some real great things with wood"The letter that she wrote me said, "Goodbye"She couldn't wait and lots of luckThe bottle underneath the blanketFeels just like an old friend to my touchI know she'll come and see meBut I bet she never once looks at my legsNow, she'll talk about the weatherAnd the dress she wore the July 4th paradeLord, I love her and I don't believeThis bottle's gonna get her off my mindI see here in the paperWhere they say the war is just a waste of timeMama bake a pieDaddy kill a chickenYour son is coming home11:35, Wednesday nightPlease, do not forget the sacrifice made by our soldiers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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