| I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues
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| I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues
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| Can’t wait to buy a new automobile
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| And a pair of two-tone shoes
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| I can walk right past my draft board
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| And I won’t get no dirty looks
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| I can go down to the grocer
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| Without takin' my ration books
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| I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues
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| I can drive in a gas station
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| And get most anything I choose
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| I forgot the taste of bacon
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| Butter and whipped cream cake
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| At night I wake up screamin':
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| «Bring me a nice fat juicy steak!»
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| I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues
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| I’m gonna buy my baby nylons
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| All the nylons she can use
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| No more fish on Tuesdays
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| I get plenty meat in my stews
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| There’s plenty of cigarettes and chewing gum
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| And nuts and bolts and screws
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| I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues
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| If someone say «for the duration»
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| Brother, I’m gonna blow my fuse
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| I’m gonna reconvert my baby
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| With a house and a diamond ring
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| We’re gonna lock our door this winter
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| And we won’t come out till spring
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| I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues
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| I’m gonna buy a brand new radio
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| That don’t know how to get the latest news |