So Little Freddie's Now a Hippie?

Anyway as I was sayin'
We beat the hell outta Hitler, Fred,
Saw skin on bones you'd wretch at,
Dropped some bombs to save a million,
Kissed all the girls in Manhattan,

Yeah I know, Times Square.

Wore 2 suits and a fedora
And day old underwear;
Worked my ass off;
2 bedrooms on a slab,
Kitchen, of course, in Levittown
Was all I wanted and all I could afford,
Except my '57 Chevy
And then a washer for the missus.
Gave what I could to save my soul,
Didn't give at the office,
Though the girl scouts thought I did.
Prayed for the furnace every September.
Jesus! Did I pray!

At least on Sunday Gifford, Conerly,
And Rosie Greer went 10 and 2.
Better than the pot roast was.
Washed it down with Rheingold beer.

Yeah, I know, defensive tackle, 1959.
Helluva name for a black guy, Rosie.
I wonder what his father did
To think of a name like that.

Finally enclosed the patio,
Though not as big as yours is, Fred.
Able to watch the Mets from there.
Bobby Thompson, remember him?
"The shot heard round the world?"
Jesus! Did I pray back then!
Lost to the Yanks in '51
But swept the Tribe in '54.

Mix me another one, would you Fred?
Be sure to add an olive this time.

Frisco, huh?
Reminds me of the Presidio.
Why in hell he do something like that?