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Well, he came from the war
With a party in his
And modified DeVille
And a of legs that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
He went and took up with a Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood
He put a spell on some poor little girl
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his hair and Benzedrine for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him down in
in a boxcar going by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie