Anna Anna, Anna, Anna. Anna. Thank you. Well, he came home from the war With a party in his head The modified program to build And a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings And a mad dog dog wouldn't sit still. Went and took up where the Salvation Army landed, played dirty water for my swordfish trombone, and went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller Lake. It's a cheat, but it's great to be home. Well, he came home from the war With a party in his hand An idea for a fireworks display He knew that he'd be ready With a stainless steel machete Half a pound of valentines each day That he'd hold up in a room Above a hard well And cry a love song Anna That they hold up in a room above our heart when Christ up the hill I'm not