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It's gonna take everybody to win this war, |
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The butcher and the baker and the clerk in the store, |
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The guys who sail the ships and the guys who run the trains, |
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And the farmer raising wheat upon the Kansas plains. |
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The butcher, the baker, the tinker and the tailor, |
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We'll all work behind the soldier and sailor, |
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We're working in the cities, we're working in the woods, |
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We'll all work together to deliver the goods. |
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I got a new job and I'm working overtime, |
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Turning out tanks on the assembly line, |
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Got to crank up the factories like the president said, |
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Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. |
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I bet this tank will look mighty fine, |
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Punching holes in Mr. Hitler's line, |
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And if Adolf wakes up after the raid, |
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He'll find every piece of shrapnel says "Union made." |
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From New York City to 'Frisco Bay, |
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We're speeding up production every day, |
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And every time a wheel goes 'round, |
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It carries Mr. Hitler to the burying ground. |
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Now me and my boss we never did agree, |
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If a thing helped him, then it didn't help me, |
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But when a burglar tries to bust into your house, |
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You stop fighting with the landlord and throw him out |
