Pontiac

Well, I park my Pontiac

Down the hill, out in back

Late every afternoon

With a Coke and a cigarette

And all of the neighbors there

They see a nice old man

And the girl there across the street

She sits on her front porch swing

She never realized

What I told her with my eyes

How back in the Second War

I killed twenty German boys

With my own bare hands

And the woman inside my house

She won't stop talking

She never says a thing

She just keeps talking

And I might just leave her still

After the sun goes down

And I smoke this cigarette