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
