YOU AIN'T NO HUMVEE
And all that went out with the war;
a fetish, guys who showed nothing
but beer muscles and dreams, They'd
be driving down Main Street with
their combat vehicles all done up
to the stars while they smoked
their cigars. Enchanted story-book
warriors, like lanterns of men with
their pants all a'fire. Calling it home;
a car-show, a boulevard, a long,
long, evening of Main Tavern beer.
Turn in at the gun shop, pick up
supplies. Saunter away with
some noise and a smile. Don't
look askance! This is your
big chance!
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