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
 And I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
 And was in a bad need of a shave
 And so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
 And shot billards with a midget
 Until the rain stopped
 And I bought a long sleeved 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
 And I said Baby, I'm so far away from home
 And I miss my Baby so
 I can't make it by myself
 I love you so
 Well I was pacing myself
 Trying to make it all last
 Squeezing all the life
 Out of a lousy two day pass
 And I had a cold one at the Dragon
 With some Filipino floor show
 And talked baseball with a lieutenant
 Over a Singapore sling
 And I wondered how the same moon outside
 Over this Chinatown fair
 Could look down on Illinois
 And find you there
 And you know I love you Baby
 And I'm so far away from home
 And I miss my Baby so
 I can't make it by myself
 I love you so
 Shore Leave.
 Shore Leave.