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Well, he came home the war
With a in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up butterfly wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
He went and took up with a Salvation Army girl
Who played water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
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 display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a half a of Ballentine's each day
And he up in room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood
He put a spell on some poor little girl
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his angel and Benzedrine for getting there
They found him in a 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 some Oklahoma
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say that he's on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds this man
Some say he was here at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to a lie