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...