Open his chest, you'll see,nhe's got a purple heart.nIt's a souvineir he brought back from the war.nnHe got shot in '42nbut somehow survived the mortal wound.nHis mama must've dipped him in the river by his ankle.nnHe lost a day crossingnthe internation dateline,nbut he had a nurse in his arms,nkicking and laughing.nnHe was such a glorious gruntnwith his dog tags flashing in the sun.nI saw him on the cover of LIFE magazine.nnAnd you can see him now,nhe's right there sleepingnin the middle of the day.nThe decorated are dissapearingnin Montgomery.nnWas it 1945,nhe made it back alive,nand nearly choked on falling white confetti.nnMarching down the boulevard,nfeet in sync and hand to heartnRosie the Riveter was there waving.nnHe's got a roomate now,nhe's a former slide trombonenin Lawrence Welk's well oiled machine.nnHe doesn't know he was famous.nHe doesn't even know what his name is.nGo ahead and snap your fingers, a-one and a-two and a-three.nnAnd you can see him now,nhe's right there sleepingnin the middle of the day.nThe decorated are dissapearing,nin Montgomery.nnHe's never out of uniform,nthey just changed the colors on it.nEver seen a foot soldier dressed in white?nnBut he thinks he's camoflauged,nand he's preparing an ambush,n'cause all the angels go dive bombing at night.nnIn Montgomery.