Pontiac

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