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Well, he came from the war
With a party in his
And modified Brougham
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and took up a Salvation Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the of Tenkiller lake
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a steel machete
And a half a of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
Cryin' there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little girl
And like that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
a flyswatter banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for there
They found him in a eucalyptus
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and her head with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say that he's hanging on the
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that this man together
Some say he was never at all
And some say they saw him in Birmingham
Sleeping in a going by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God have to tell a lie