| Milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Can’t use that jive on my milk diet
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| So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all night
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| Turnin' out my quota all right
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| Now I’m beat right down to the sod
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| Gotta catch myself some righteous nod
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| Milkman stop that grade A riot
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| Cut out if you can’t lullaby it
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| Oh, milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Been knocking out a fast tank, all day
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| Working on a bomber okay
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| Boy you blast my wig with those clinks
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| And I got to catch my forty winks
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| So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Now noise of the riveter rocks, don’t mind it
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| 'Cause the man with the whiskers has a lot behind it
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| But I can’t keep punchin' with the victory crew
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| When you’re making me punchy with that bottled moo
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| I wanna give my all if I’m gonna give it
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| But I gotta get my shuteye if I’m gonna rivet
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| So bail out, bud, with that milk barrage
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| Cause it’s unpatriotic, it’s sabotage
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| Been knocking out a fast tank, all day
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| Working on a bomber okay
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| Boy, you blast my wig with those clinks
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| And I got to catch my forty winks
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| So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Ooh, milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Ooh, milkman, keep those bottles quiet
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| Quiet! |