| 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 raisin' wheat upon the Kansas plains
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| The butcher, the baker, the tinker and the tailor
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| Will all work behind the soldier and the sailor
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| We’re workin' in the cities, we’re workin' in the woods
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| And we’ll all work together to deliver the goods
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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
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| I got a new job and I’m workin' overtime
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| Turning out tanks on the assembly line
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| Gotta 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 Adolph wakes up after the raid
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| He’ll find every piece of shrapnel says «„U.S.A.“»
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| From New York City to Frisco Bay
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| We’re speedin' up production everyday
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| And every time a wheel goes around
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| It carries Mr. Hitler to the burying ground |