Lyric Mama Bake A Pie (Daddy Kill A Chicken)
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People staring 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 ol 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 the stewardess make over me and ask "Were you afraid?"
I ll say, "Why no I m Superman, and couldn t find the phone booth quite in time."
A GI gets a lot of laughs if he remembers all the funny lines
(Chorus)
Mama bake a pie, Daddy kill a chicken
Your son is coming home, 11:35 Wednesday night
*Mama will be crying and Daddy s gonna say "Son, did they treat you good?"
My uncle will be drunk and he ll say, "Boy, they doing some real great things with wood."*
The letter that she wrote me said good-bye, 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
Naw, 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
(Chorus)
People staring 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 ol 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 the stewardess make over me and ask "Were you afraid?"
I ll say, "Why no I m Superman, and couldn t find the phone booth quite in time."
A GI gets a lot of laughs if he remembers all the funny lines
(Chorus)
Mama bake a pie, Daddy kill a chicken
Your son is coming home, 11:35 Wednesday night
*Mama will be crying and Daddy s gonna say "Son, did they treat you good?"
My uncle will be drunk and he ll say, "Boy, they doing some real great things with wood."*
The letter that she wrote me said good-bye, 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
Naw, 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
(Chorus)
