People starin' at me as they wheel me down the
ramp toward my plane The war is over for me I've
forgotten everything except the pain Thank you sir
and yes sir it was worth it for the old
red-white-and-blue And since I won't be walking I
suppose I'll save some money buying shoes The
bottle hidden underneath the blanket over my two
battered legs I can see see the stewardess make
over me and ask were you afraid I say why no I'm
Superman and couldn't find a phone booth quite in
time A GI gets a lotta laughs if he remembers all
the funny lines Mama bake a pie daddy kill a
chicken your son is comin' home 11:35 Wednesday
night Mama will be crying daddy's gonna say son
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he'll say boy they do some real great things with
wood The letter that she wrote me said goodbye she
couldn't wait and lots of luck The bottle
underneath the blanket feels just like an old
friend to my touch I know she'll come and see me
but I bet she never once looks at my legs She'll
talk about the weather and the dress she wore the
July 4th Parade Lord I love her and I don't
believe this bottle's gonna get her off my mind I
see here in the paper where they say the war is
just a waste of time Mama bake a pie daddy kill a
chicken your son is comin' home 11:35 Wednesday
night