[BUD]
You shoulda seen me back in ’46
I was in uniform, spit-shined, whippet-thin
Hard as a brick, dumb as a post
But I was having the time of my life
And I met Frannie there in Italy
Boy, she was beautiful, but all those guys around her
Look, Italians, no offense, the laziest people in the world

And to me, she looked like something from a dream
And to her, I’m like the conquering American
I’m gonna take her on a trip this year

We’ll bring the harvest in, then take a couple days
Maybe a weekend at the Fort Des Moines
Once we get past Christmas and the kids are back at school

I mean, it’s not like she complains at all
It’s just, you gotta pay attention
And with all the other crap I’m takin’ care of
She might feel embarrassed
Takin’ time to tell me what she needs

And to me she’s still like something from a dream
And to her, I’m like the guy who keeps the lights turned on
I’m gonna take her on a trip this year
Maybe next summer
Not like we’re gonna have the money for vacations
I guess we’ll figure something out...