Shore Leave

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
I rolled down the national stroll
And with a big fat paycheck strapped to my hip sack
And a shore leave wristwatch underneath my sleeve
In a hong kong drizzle on cuban heels
I rowed down the gutter to the blood bank

I'd left all my papers on the ticonderoga
AndI was in a bad need of a shave
And i slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
And shot billards with a midget until the rain stopped

And i bought a long sleeve shirt with horses on the front
And some gum and a lighter and a knife
And a new deck of cards, with girls on the back
And i sat down and wrote a letter to my wife