People starin' at me as they wheel
me down the ramp toward my plane
I've forgotten everything except the pain
Thank you sir and yes sir, it was worth it for the old red,
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 will be crying, daddy's gonna say,
"Son, did they treat you good?"
My uncle will be drunk and 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
