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(Steve Graham/Fleecie Moore) |
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I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues |
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I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues |
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Can't wait to buy a new automobile |
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And a pair of two-tone shoes |
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I can walk right past my draft board |
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And I won't get no dirty looks |
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I can go down to the grocer |
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Without takin' my ration books |
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I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues |
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I can drive in a gas station |
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And get most anything I choose |
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I forgot the taste of bacon |
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Butter and whipped cream cake |
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At night I wake up screamin': |
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"Bring me a nice fat juicy steak!" |
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I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues |
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I'm gonna buy my baby nylons, |
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All the nylons she can use |
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No more fish on Tuesdays, |
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I get plenty meat in my stews |
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There's plenty of cigarettes and chewing gum |
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and nuts and bolts and screws |
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I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues |
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If someone say "for the duration" |
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Brother, I'm gonna blow my fuse |
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I'm gonna reconvert my baby |
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With a house and a diamond ring |
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We're gonna lock our door this winter |
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And we won't come out till spring |
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I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues |
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I'm gonna buy a brand new radio |
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That don't know how to get the latest news |
