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