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 old 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 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 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 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
Mama bake a pie
Daddy kill a chicken
Your son is coming home
11:35 Wednesday night