I'm
getting coins for my country
at the Hollywood Canteen.
The hardest working junior hostess
you've ever seen.
I'm doing my bit down
here for Uncle Sam.
I'm a patriotic jitterbug,
yeah, yeah, that's what I am.
I'm getting corns for my country,
you should see the fowls fly
I'm getting down the waistline
and I don't even try
I don't need a Dewberry or
a Westmore Court
Cause my weight's been taken over
by the Army Air Force
We're not petite as sweet Joan Leslie,
but then we never mind
When those G .I.'s knock us out,
we're glad that we're the healthy kind
The way those cowboys
from the prairie
expect us to sashay
I think I'd rather two -step
with their horses any day
We're gettin' corns for our country,
though the goin' is dub
When we think we can't go on,
we find we can't get enough
So if you hear of a soldier, sailor, or marine
Tell them to look us up
at the Hollywood canteen
I used to be aesthetic, they say,
oh yes I was, rally I was.
I loved the drama, art, and the ballet,
but the theater guild came over
and said forget about Pavlova,
learn to cut a rug.
So, now we're jitterbug
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 bin
So if you hail from the Bronx,
Des Moines, or Aberdeen
Come down and ask for us
at the Hollywood Canteen
you