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I'm gettin' corns for my Country |
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At the Hollywood Canteen |
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The hardest workin' junior hostess |
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You've ever seen |
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I'm doin' my bit down here for Uncle Sam |
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I'm a patriotic jitterbug |
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Yeah, yeah, that's what I am |
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I'm gettin' corns for my country, you should see the pounds fly |
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I'm gettin' down the waistline and I don't even try |
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I don't need a Duberry or a Westmore course |
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Cause my weight's been taken over by the Army Air Force |
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We're not petite as sweet Joan Leslie, but then we never mind |
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When those gi's knock the South, we're glad that we're the healthy kind |
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The way those cowboys from the prairie expect us to sashay |
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I think I'd rather two-step with their horses any day |
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We're gettin' corns for our Country, though the goin' is tough |
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When we think we can't go on, we find we can't get enough |
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So if you hear of a soldier, sailor or marine |
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Tell him to look us up at the Hollywood Canteen |
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I used to be aesthetic, they say, oh yes I was, really I was |
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I served the drama, arts and the ballet |
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But the theatre guild came over and said, "Forget about Pavlova " |
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Learn to cut a rug, so now we're jitterbugs |
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I'm gettin' corns for my Country, so I'm really all in |
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In a week from now we'll be here with our usual vim |
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So if you hail from the Bronx, Des Moines or Aberdeen |
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Come down and ask for us at the Hollywood Canteen |