Our boys went rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
And shot the Kaiser where he sat-tat-tat-at
With every poppity-pop
Some Krauts took a drop
American boys are all such straight shooters
We'll take care of him, mother
When he comes home from the war
We'll take care of him, mother
We'll do everything that you would do, yeah, and more
Rat-tat-tat-tat
We'll give their backs a big pat
They deserve a future full of joys
'Cause they're our Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle
Doughboys
Company! Order! Arms! Roll call!
I'm Private Jones from Arkansas
I'm Private Smith from Kansas
I'm Private Ryan from Maine
I'm Private Burke from Wisconsin
I'm Private O'Brien from Texas
I'm Private Muntz from Michigan
I'm Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way
And I guess you've heard reports
That the Kaiser runs a block away
When they tell him, "Here comes Schwartz"
'Cause when I get mad, believe it, Jack
Out from nowhere comes a maniac
A kick in the foot
A shot in the pants
I wouldn't give a second chance
Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way
Private Schwartz
Private Schwartz
Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way
I met Mademoiselle from Armentières
And my bagels gave a spin, oy, oy
She said, "Private Schwartz
Come closer, dear"
What a tzimmes I got in
When you're fighting for democracy
Call on Irving Schwartz and company
I'm through and through
Red, white and bluish
I talk this way
Because I'm British
Tell Far Rock-a-way, don't pull the dock away
'Cause sailing home is General Schwartz
That's our Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle
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