Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat

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

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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" (ooh!)

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

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That's our Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle

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