Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well, it was hell while it lasted
We did have fun and no harm done
And tanks for the memory
Of nights in Grafenwoehr and Polizei at the door
You might have been a headache but you never were a bore
So thank you so much.
Tanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse, something not to curse
And chuckles when the Chaplain said "For better or for worse"
How chilly it was
Tanks for the memory
Of lingerie with lace, Licher by the case
Shooting the searchlight tank and the look on Powerman’s face
How scary it was!
We said goodbye at Tiffany's
Then I got as "high" as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No fuss, no muss, Three Cheers! For us
So, tanks for the memory
And a strictly Army view, tanker how are you?
And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?
Aw'flly glad I met you, A Deuces, and Lts. too
And thank you so much.
