“Built With Handles”

Back in the day the year '45.
There were bombs a droppin', I was barely alive.
I held onto my helmet and grabbed my piece meal tight,
and high tailed it to the front line.
It was a hell of a night.

There was a genuine crisis goin' left or right,
the smokey air was dark but the flickerin' moon light.
Left my eyesight seein' the inevitable fight,
I said prayer just the nick of time.
Then I airlifted flight.

It Was Built With Handles to Hold On To It.
That Grumman F6F Hellcat/Gannet.
Had Me Hopin' My Dreams of Gettin' Out of This Mess.
Would Finally Pass the Test,
Then Clear Off All My Debt.
The Dawn Was Glisten' Off Pacific Oceans.
My Body Felt Weak from Continuous Motion,
of the Past Seven Days Fightin' Like Locomotions,
Down a Runaway Track Comin' Back,
Built With Handles Potion.
Built With Handles Potion.

Back the States my eyes upon her.
She was soft and smooth like silk from fur.
Had her hair done tight, her red dress all world.
Lookin' like she had it all incurred.
She's the golden girl.

My friends all told me that she's out of my league,
but my confident mystique had her passion intrigued
and the final straw drew when my words spoke with please.
Now she's wantin' my time to be,
hers for the keep.

She Was Built With Handles I Could Hold On To It.
Like a Grumman F6F Hellcat/Gannet.
She Had Me Hopin' That My Dreams,
of Seein' Her In That Dress.
Was Finally Gonna Fulfill the Quest,
I'll Be In Happiness.
Her Eyes Were Glisten' from the Pale Moon Lightin'.
My Knees Buckled Weak As I Glimpsed Her First Sightin'.
As Her Daddy Gave Her to Me My Heart Delightin',
Thank God for Weddings and Brides.
Built With Handles Pride.
Built With Handles Pride.

Music and Lyrics, May 31st, 10:51pm, 2021:
Peter J. Beauchemin