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Well, he came home the war
With a party in his
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation Army band
Who played water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came home the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
a flyswatter banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel and Benzedrine for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head with word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now some say that he's on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And say they saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God have to tell a lie