Mama Bake a Pie (Daddy Kill a Chicken)

People staring at me as they wheel me down the ramp towards 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 askin' me, "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 'cause he remembers all the funny lines Mama, bake a pie Daddy, kill a chicken Your son is coming home 11:35, Wednesday night 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 doing 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 And I know she'll come and see me but I bet she never once looks at my legs She always talks about the weather and the dress she wore in the July Fourth parade Lord, I love her so much and I don't think I can drink her off my mind And I can see it in the paper where they're sayin' that the war is a waste of time Mama, bake a pie Daddy, kill a chicken Your son is coming home 11:35, Wednesday night Your son is coming home 11:35, Wednesday night Your son is coming home 11: 35, Wednesday night