| 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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| 'Cos 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 «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 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 |