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.