I park my Pontiac
Down the hill out in back
Late every afternoon, I go there and sit

And all of the neighbors, they see a nice old man

And the girl there across the street

She sits there on her front porch swing
She never realized
But I told her with my eyes

Back in the Second War, I killed 20 German boys
With my own bare hands


The woman inside my house
She just keeps talking
She never says a thing

She just keeps on talking
I may just leave her still
After the sun goes down


And I smoke this cigarette