Category: 1940s


This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin’ reveille over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that’s the G. I. Jive

Roodley-toot
Jump in your suit
Make a salute
Boot!!

After you wash and dress
More or less
You go get your breakfast in a beautiful little caf they call "The Mess"
Jack, when you convalesce

Outta your seat
Into the street
Make with the feet
Reet!!

If you’re a P-V-T, your duty
Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T
But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T
The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T

This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive"
Jack, after you revive

Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk!!

This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive"
And Jackson, if you still survive

Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk!!

Soon you’re countin’ jeeps
But before you count to five
Seems you’re right back diggin’ that G. I. Jive

Artist: Johnny Mercer
Album: Command Performance
Release Date: 1944
Artist: Artie Shaw
Album: The Complete Gramercy Five Sessions
Release Date(s): 1985 (1944)

The faucet she is dripping and the fence she’s fallin’ down
My pocket needs some money, so I can’t go into town
My brother isn’t working and my sister doesn’t care
The car she needs a motor so I can’t go anywhere
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)

My mother’s always working, she’s working very hard
But every time she looks for me I’m sleeping in the yard
My mother thinks I’m lazy and maybe she is right
I’ll go to work mañana but I gotta sleep tonight
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)

Oh, once I had some money but I gave it to my friend
He said he’d pay me double, it was only for a lend
But he said a little later that the horse she was so slow
Why he give the horse my money is something I don’t know
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)

My brother took a suitcase and he went away to school
My father said he only learned to be a silly fool
My father said that I should learn to make a chile pot
But then I burned the house down, the chile was too hot
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)

The window she is broken and the rain is comin’ in
If someone doesn’t fix it I’ll be soaking to my skin
But if we wait a day or two the rain may go away
And we don’t need a window on such a sunny day
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)
Oba! Oba!
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)
Oba! Oba!

Artist: Peggy Lee
Album: Peggy Lee
Release Date: 1960

Artist: Spike Jones
Album: The Best Of Spike Jones, Vol. 2 [RCA]
Release Date: 1977

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Kiss me once…and kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
Its been a long, long time
Haven’t felt like this, my dear
Since I cant remember when
Its been a long, long time

You’ll never know how many dreams
I’ve dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
Its been a long, long time

Oh, kiss me once…and kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
Its been a long…such, a long time
I haven’t felt like this my dear
Since I don’t remember when
Its been a long….been a mighty long time

You’ll never know how many dreams
I’ve dreamed about you
Or how empty they all seem without you
So kiss me once…and kiss me twice
And kiss me once again
Its been a long…long time

Its been a mighty, mighty long time

Artist: Louis Armstrong
Album: Hello, Dolly!
Release Date: 1963

Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard
The saddest is the story
Told me by a bird
He had spent about and hour
Chatting with a flower
and here ís the tale the flower told

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day

Boo hoo, boo hoo

The air is so strong it takes my breath away

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won’t you come and play with me

Who put me in this bed?
I’ll bet his face is red
I call him down with every teardrop that I shed
If I only had him here
I’d take him by the ear
And make him share my misery

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch

and all I do is cry all day

Boo hoo, boo hoo

The air is so strong it takes my breath away

(Feee-you!)

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won’t you come and play with me

Artist: The Happy Gang
Album: Six Feet Under, Vol. 2: Everything Ends
Release Date: 2005 (1940s)

Feudin’ and fussin’ and a-fightin,’
Sometimes it gets to be excitin,’
Don’t like them ornery
neighbors down by the creek,
We’ll be plumb out of neighbors next week.
Grandma, poor ol’ grandma,
Why’d they have to shoot poor grandma.
She lies ‘neath the clover
Someone caught her bending over
Pickin’ up a daisy!
Feduin’ and fussin’ and a-fightin’
This is a wrong that needs a rightin,’
Let’s get that funeral service over
So then we can start in a-feudin’ again.

Feudin’ and fightin’ and a-fussin,’
That’s all that’s goin’ on with us’n.
We are such neighborly people peaceful and sweet,
All except when we happen to meet.
Daughter, baby daughter,
Poisened all the neighbors chickens.
Daughter hadn’t oughter
Least ’till she could run like the dickens.
They hit her with a shovel!
Feudin’ and fightin’ and a-fussin’
No use a-standin’ here a-cussin,’
Let’s give our daughter a
pistol now that she’s four
And go feudin’ and fightin’ some more.

Artist: Bing Crosby
Album: The Vintage Years
Release Date: 2007

As sung by Dean Martin…

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn’t show signs of pausing,
And I’ve bought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!
But if you’ll really hold me tight,
All the way home I’ll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we’re still good-bying,
But as long as you love me so,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Artist: Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne
Release Date: 1945

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You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

You’re sittin’ there and wonderin’ what it’s all about
You ain’t got no money, they will put you out
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn’t be a-wanderin’ from door to door
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

I fell for your jivin’ and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me’s a drink of gin
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do

Artist: Peggy Lee
Movie: Stage Door Canteen
Release Date: 1943

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La-dah-dah, la-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah…

Hey, listen to my story ’bout a gal named Daisy Mae
Lazy Daisy Mae
Her disposition is rather sweet and charming
At times alarming, so they say

She has a man who’s talldarkhandsome, large and strong
To whom she used to sing this song:

Hey, Daddy, I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything!
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me!

Hey, Daddy, gee, don’t I look swell in sables?
Clothes with Paris labels?
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me

Here’s ‘n’ amazing revelation
With a bit of stimulation
I’d be a great sensation
I’d be your inspiration

Daddy, I want a brand new car, champagne, caviar!
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me!

Hey, Daddy, I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything!
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me!

Hey, Daddy, gee, don’t I look swell in sables?
Clothes with Paris labels?
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me…

Here’s ‘n’ amazing revelation
With a bit of stimulation
I’d be a great sensation
I’d be your inspiration

Daddy, I want a brand new car, champagne, caviar
Daddy…

Daddy…
You oughta get the best for me , la-dah!!

Artist: Sammy Kaye
Album: 22 Original Big Band Recordings (1941-1944)
Release Date: 1941