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