It's gonna take everybody to win this war
The butcher and the baker and the clerk in the store
The guys who sail the ships and the guys who run the trains
And the farmer raising wheat upon the Kansas plains

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The butcher, the baker, the tinker and the tailor
We'll all work behind the soldier and sailor
We're working in the cities, we're working in the woods
We'll all work together to deliver the goods

I got a new job and I'm working overtime
Turning out tanks on the assembly line
Got to crank up the factories like the president said
Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead

I bet this tank will look mighty fine
Punching holes in Mr. Hitler's line
And if Adolf wakes up after the raid
He'll find every piece of shrapnel says "Union made."

From New York City to 'Frisco Bay
We're speeding up production every day
And every time a wheel goes 'round
It carries Mr. Hitler to the burying ground
Now me and my boss we never did agree
If a thing helped him, then it didn't help me
But when a burglar tries to bust into your house
You stop fighting with the landlord and throw him out