When we’re out
on the town
On a pub crawl
during the day
She likes leerin’
at Military men
And listens to
what they say
And she dances
with them all
She leads them
by the hand
On those shiny
parquet floors
To the music
from the bands
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
She don’t like to drink with me
Where she’s really meant to be
Is where she can truly shine
Havin’ fun with all those guys
That khaki wacky woman of mine
At a Barn Party
on a country farm
Where we cut loose
with some pals
I’ll be gettin’
myself some grub
And she’ll be
talkin’ with the gals
An old Dixie song
plays over the speakers
And she’s hollerin’
Then she hoots
And starts flirting
With men wearin’
Shiny black patent
leather boots
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
I’m ok with her dancin’ by their side
She comes before my ego & pride
Cause I know she has to shine
With all those hunky country guys
That khaki wacky woman of mine
‘Cause I know when we’re home
We’ll get under our bamboo sheets
She’ll be rarin’ to keep on groovin’
Like those FGL bangin’ beats
So we get busy like little beavers
She’s better than butter on bread
It helps us both be better lovers
At least that’s what she said
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
The only place she dances with me
Is where she makes great sweet tea
Now, I’m not wearin’ camouflage
As I give her deep tissue massage
She was diagnosed as Borderline
But she’ll always be my Valentine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
That khaki wacky woman of mine
March 30, 2020
Lyric Notes: I got the idea from an old list of slang terms from the 40’s. I figure it’s a Retro Tune with a Old Time Big Band. I love that era.