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Well, he home from the war
With a party in his
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
He went and took up with a Salvation Army girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to sleep at the bottom of lake
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a party in his
And an idea for a display
And he knew that he'd be ready a stainless steel machete
And a half a of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a store
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
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 on his knee
With a lucky in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a bird and skanked her head with every word
moonbeams in a song
He got twenty years for her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this does is wrong"
Now some say he's the obituary mambo
Now some say that he's hanging on the
this yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him down in
Sleeping in a going by
And if you think that you can tell a tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie