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THIS IS THE ARMY (Soundtrack) Songs from the film "This Is The Army" (1943) Starring George Murphy, Joan Leslie, Ronald Reagan, Alan Hale, George Tobias and Charles Butterworth All songs written by Irving Berlin - Based upon his Broadway Shows "Yip Yip Yaphank" (1918) and "This Is The Army" (1942) ********** IT'S YOUR COUNTRY AND MY COUNTRY Performed by Gertrude Niesen It's your Country and my Country With millions of real fighting men It's your duty and my duty To speak with the sword, not the pen If Washington were living today With sword in hand he'd stand up and say For your Country and my Country I'll do it all over again It's your Country and my Country With millions of real fighting men It's your duty and my duty To speak with the sword, not the pen If Washington were living today With sword in hand he'd stand up and say For your Country and my Country I'll do it all over again ********** MY SWEETIE Performed by George Murphy I never felt so happy before A little rascal knocked at my door It's Cupid that I'm speaking of I'm in love, so in love I must admit that right from the start I went and lost my heart Wait'll you see me with my sweetie Showin' her off to the crowd Lookin' so dreamy at my sweetie Feelin' so terribly proud She makes a specialty Of looking good to me She ought to be right in Tiffany's window She's a jewel, I know that you'll agree Wait'll I'm married to my sweetie How happy I'll be I've got the bungalow paid for I've had it 'specially made for My sweetie Sweetie-eetie-eetie My sweetie and me *********** POOR LITTLE ME, I'M ON KP Performed by George Tobias and Male Chorus Poor little me, I'm on KP I scrub the Mess Hall on my bended knee Against my wishes, I wash the dishes To make this wide world safe for democracy ********** OH! HOW I HATE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING Performed by Male Chorus Someday I'm going to murder the bugler Someday they're going to find him dead I'll amputate his reveille And step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed ********** WE'RE ON OUR WAY TO FRANCE Performed by George Murphy & Male Chorus All is ready so just hold steady We'll soon be going to the pier No more waiting or hesitating The time to sail is here Bye-bye mothers and all the others Who'll come to shed a little tear Don't cry, bye-bye Give us a parting cheer We're on our way to France There's not a minute to spare That's why For when the Yanks advance You bet we wanna be there Goodbye Old Hoboken is bent and broken >From soldiers marching on her pier While you slumber, a great big number Of soldiers disappear To the millions of brave civilians That we are leaving over here We say Good day Give us a parting cheer We're on our way to France There's not a minute to spare That's why For when the Yanks advance You bet we wanna be there Goodbye ********** GOODBYE FRANCE Performed by Male Chorus Goodby France We'd love to stay here longer But we must go home Folks are waiting to welcome us Across the foam A fond farewell to you and yours We've won the war to end all wars The job is done The Kaiser isn't coming back So, goodbye France ********** I CAN ALWAYS FIND A LITTLE SUNSHINE IN THE Y.M.C.A Performed by Male Chorus Mother dear, I've just finished mess And I'm here in the Y.M.C.A. How I've missed your tender caress Since the day when I marched away But don't worry, dear, I'm contented here What is more I'm feeling fine Ev'rything's all right, dear, and ev'ry night I will drop you a line You can picture me ev'ry ev'ning At the close of the day Writing a little letter In the Y.M.C.A. Don't you worry, mother darling For while the skies are gray I can always find a little sunshine In the Y.M.C.A. *********** GOD BLESS AMERICA Performed by Kate Smith & Chorus KATE: While the storm clouds gather far across the sea Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free Let us all be grateful for a land so fair As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with a light from above >From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home KATE & CHORUS: God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with a light from above KATE: >From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home KATE & CHORUS: God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with a light from above KATE: >From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home >From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home KATE & CHORUS: God bless America KATE: My home sweet home ********** WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE Performed by Frances Langford Johnny Doughboy overseas, filled with pride and joy Stopping everyone he meets and shouting, "It's a boy" What does he look like, that boy of mine? Since the news came I can't get him off my mind Does he resemble his homely dad? Does he look like the girl that I left behind? Bring on the Germans and bring on the Japs Bring on the first who you can find One for the rascal I haven't seen And one for the girl that I left behind What does he look like, that boy of mine? Since the news came I can't get him off my mind Does he resemble his homely dad? Does he look like the girl that I left behind? Bring on the Germans and bring on the Japs Bring on the first who you can find One for the rascal I haven't seen And one for the girl that I left behind ********** OPENING CHORUS / THIS IS THE ARMY, MISTER JONES Performed by Male Chorus You thought that many, many years ago You saw the last of every soldier show But here we are, yes, here we are again A lot of water's gone across the dam Since we put make-up on for Uncle Sam To treat you as our fathers treated you then We were drafted by our President And we march with banners unfurled We were drilled and trained to represent The greatest army in the world Yes, the greatest army of actors in the world Now don't get us wrong We're not here for long Our stay in the theater is brief We're here with the show To help get some dough Some dough for the Army Relief The much needed Army Relief But beneath the powder and beneath the paint There's a soldier brave and true If some guy in Congress tells you that we ain't Let him do what we had to do And go through what we went through We all have been selected from nearby and from far They asked us lots of questions, they jabbed us in the arm We stood there at attention, our faces turning red The Sergeant looked us over and this is what he said This is the army, Mister Jones No private rooms or telephones You had your breakfast in bed before But you won't have it there any more This is the army, Mister Green We like the barracks nice and clean You had a housemaid to clean your floor But she won't help you out anymore Do what the buglers command They're in the army and not in a band This is the army, Mister Brown You and your baby went to town She had you worried, but this is war And she won't worry you anymore This is the army, Mister Jones No private rooms or telephones You had your breakfast in bed before But you won't have it there any more This is the army, Mister Green We like the barracks nice and clean You had a housemaid to clean your floor But she won't help you out anymore Do what the buglers command They're in the army and not in a band This is the army, Mister Brown You and your baby went to town She had you worried, but this is war And she won't worry you anymore No, she won't worry you anymore ********** I'M GETTING TIRED SO I CAN SLEEP Performed by James Burrell Out on a hike all day, dear Part of the army grind Weary and long the way, dear But really I don't mind I'm getting tired so I can sleep I want to sleep so I can dream I want to dream so I can be with you I've got your picture by my bed 'Twill soon be placed beneath my head To keep me company the whole night through For a little while, whatever befalls I will see your smile till reveille calls (Till reveille calls) I hope you're tired enough to sleep And please sleep long enough to dream And look for me for I'll be dreaming too (Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you the whole night through) (For a little while, whatever befalls) (I will see your smile till reveille calls, till reveille calls) I hope you're tired enough to sleep And please sleep long enough to dream And look for me for I'll be dreaming, dreaming, dreaming too (Dreaming too) ********** MANDY Performed by Ralph Magelssen & Male Chorus: I was strolling out one evening by the silvery moon I could hear somebody singing a familiat tune So I stopped awhile to listen, not a word I wanted to miss It was just somebody serenading , something like this My pretty Mandy, there's a Minister handy And it sure would be dandy if we let him make a fee (If we let him make a fee) So don't you linger, here's a ring for your finger Isn't it a little humdinger Come along and let the wedding chimes Bring a happy times for Mandy and me (Dance Routine) My pretty Mandy, there's a Minister handy And it sure would be dandy if he made a fee Oh, don't you linger, here's a ring for your finger Isn't it a humdinger Come along and let the wedding chimes Bring happy times for Mandy and me Oh Mandy, there's a Minister handy Come along and let the wedding chimes Bring happy times for Mandy, Mandy Ding dong, ding dong The wedding chimes ring out For Mandy, Mandy, Mandy and me ********** LADIES OF THE CHORUS Performed by Alan Hale & Male Chorus Ladies of the chorus That's what we are, it appears We were inducted and we took a vow We joined the Army, but look at us now We're ladies of the chorus Don't we look lovely, my dears In corsets and dresses And cute golden tresses To hide the dirt behind our ears I was a plumber I quit work last summer My number come up at the start I was a printer I quit work last winter They okayed my lungs and my heart I was a farmer Potato embalmer They took me away from the plow I was a packer I chewed plug 'terbaccer' I wish I had some of it now Oh, now we're in the chorus Dressed up in girdles that squeeze We're here to romance with To sing and to dance with A bunch of nerdy guys like these GUYS: Pardon me, but aren't you the country maiden? GALS: Pardon me, but aren't you the city chap? GUYS: Cuddle closer, won't you please I'm about to take a squeeze GALS: If you do then I will give your face a slap GUYS: I would love to take you home to meet my mother I would like to meet my mother, but I can't She will treat you like a queen GALS: But I'm only seventeen GUYS: If you are seventeen, then so's my aunt GALS: Hi-ho! I want you to behave GUYS: Hi-ho! I think you need a shave GALS: Do you think that you can get me into pictures? GUYS: If you're nice to me I'll get you on the screen GALS: How about a movie test? GUYS: Not with hair upon your chest GALS: And now it's time to dance but keep it clean ********** WHAT THE WELL-DRESSED MAN IN HARLEM WILL WEAR Performed by James Cross, Joe Louis & Male Chorus CROSS: There's a change in fashion that shows In those Lennox Avenue clothes Mister Dude has disappeared with his flashy tie You'll see in the Harlem Esquire What the well-dressed man will desire When he's struttin' down the street with his sweetie-pie Sun tan, shade of green Or an olive drab color scheme That's what the well-dressed man in Harlem will wear Dressed up in O.D.'s With a tin hat for overseas That's what the well-dressed man in Harlem will wear Top hat, white tie and tails no more They've been put away till after the war If you want to know Take a look at Brown Bomber Joe That's what the well-dressed man in Harlem will wear (Joe Louis keeps the beat with a punchbag) CHORUS: Sun tan, shade of green Or an olive drab color scheme That's what the well-dressed man in Harlem will wear Dressed up in O.D.'s With a tin hat for overseas That's what the well-dressed man in Harlem will wear Top hat, white tie and tails no more They've been put away till after the war If you want to know Take a look at Brown Bomber Joe That's what the well-dressed man in Harlem will wear (Dance Routine) CROSS: Hi-Yo Silver (Go son, go son) A-boo-dlee-bee-bop A-boo-dlee-bee-bop ********** HOW ABOUT A CHEER FOR THE NAVY? Performed by Male Chorus: This is the Army, Mister Jones (SHOUTS: How about the Navy? How about the Navy?) The Army this, the Army that Is all we heard from where we sat Now how about a cheer for the Navy? The Army's great, the Army's tough But don't you think we've heard enough? So how about a cheer for the Navy? We know that Mister Stimson Is solid as the rocks But how about an orchid For Secretary Knox? The Army may be in the groove But Walter Winchell won't approve Unless you give a cheer for the Navy Hip hip hooray We haven't got long to stay So how about one bouquet For the Navy? One word of praise, let it flow from your lips One cheer and then we'll go back to our ships Hip hip hooray The Army has had its say You're letting them get away With the gravy Just let them know That an Army show Could never be a hit without the Navy The Army's what you may prefer But in the social register Is where you'll have to look for the Navy If you would like to touch the gilt Of Astor or of Vanderbilt You'll have to come around to the Navy The show was in the alley It simply wouldn't do Until the big finale With Navy white and blue The Army sails across the foam The Navy always bring them home So how about a cheer for the Navy? Hip hip hooray We haven't got long to stay So how about one bouquet For the Navy? One word of praise, let it flow from your lips One cheer and then we'll go back to our ships Hip hip hooray The Army has had its say You're letting them get away With the gravy Just let them know That an Army show Could never be a hit without the Navy Give a cheer, give a cheer, give a cheer, give a cheer For the Navy Just make it clear That a rousing cheer Is very much in order for the N-A-V-Y The Navy Navy ********** HOSTESSES OF THE STAGE DOOR CANTEEN Performed by Male Chorus & Sgt. Alan Manson as Jane Cowl Merrily we appear on the scene Hostesses of the Stage Door Canteen Started by a lady with the wisdom of an owl Waiting for instructions from our Captain........Jane Cowl JANE COWL: Good evening, ladies HOSTESSES: Good evening, Miss Cowl JANE COWL: Tonight's a special occasion So be especially bright The cast of "This Is The Army" Will be our guests tonight They must have fun, but don't be fools It must be done according to the rules You must be ladies HOSTESSES: Don't worry, Miss Cowl Merrily we appear on the scene Hostesses of the Stage Door Canteen Entertaining soldiers who are going off to war Glad to be of service, but we could do much more We could do more for the boys And greatly add to their joys But we don't get very far The rules and regulations are We mustn't be seen Outside the Canteen With a soldier They each could do with a gal Would greatly help their morale But we simply must resist We take an oath when we enlist To never be found Canoodling around With a soldier ********** I LEFT MY HEART AT THE STAGE DOOR CANTEEN Performed by Earl Oxford & Chorus Old Mister Absent-Minded, that's me Just as forgetful as I can be I've got the strangest sort of a mind I'm always leaving something behind I left my heart at the Stage Door Canteen (At the Stage Door Canteen) I left it there with a girl named Eileen (A girl named Eileen, she stole his heart away) I kept her serving doughnuts Till all she had were gone I sat there dunking doughnuts Till she caught on (Till she caught on) I must go back to the Army routine (The Army routine) And every doughboy knows what that will mean (Know what you mean by routine) A soldier boy without a heart Has two strikes on him from the start And my heart's at the Stage Door Canteen (We must go back to the Stage Door Canteen) (And every doughboy knows what that will mean) A soldier boy without a heart Has two strikes on him from the start And my heart's at the Stage Door Canteen (My heart is at the Stage Door Canteen) ********** WITH MY HEAD IN THE CLOUDS Performed by Robert Shanley & Chorus What does a flyer think of when he's up there in the sky? Ask any Army pilot and he'll answer with a sigh While I'm there in the air With my head in the clouds I think of someone I love And I know down below She is thinking of me When I am up there above When the night is clear And the bombardier Drops a bomb that's wired for sound How I yearn to return With my head in the clouds To the one I love on the ground (While I'm there in the air) (With my head in the clouds) I think of someone I love (And I know down below) (She is thinking of me) When I am up there above When the night is clear And the bombardier Drops a bomb that's wired for sound How I yearn to return With my head in the clouds To the one I love on the ground ********** AMERICAN EAGLES Performed by Male Chorus Eagles American eagles America sings Of her wings In the sky Eagles American eagles America's strong Just as long As they fly More bombers to attack with More bombers till the skies are black with Eagles American eagles America sings Of her kings In the sky Eagles American eagles America sings Of her wings In the sky Eagles American eagles America's strong Just as long As they fly Give us some more bombers to attack with More bombers till the skies are black with Eagles American eagles America sings Of her kings In the sky ********** OH! HOW I HATE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING Performed by Irving Berlin, George Murphy, George Tobias, Charles Butterworth & Male Chorus MURPHY: You gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up this morning BERLIN: I've been a soldier quite a while and I would like to state The life is simply wonderful, the Army food is great I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut I love them all, they all love me, it's very lovely, but..... Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call 'You've gotta get up, you've gotta get up You've gotta get up this morning!' Someday I'm going to murder the bugler Someday they're going to find him dead I'll amputate his reveille and step upon it heavily And spend the rest of my life in bed ALL: Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call 'You gotta get up, you gotta get up You gotta get up this morning!' Someday I'm going to murder the bugler Someday they're going to find him dead BERLIN: And then I'll get that other pup The guy who wakes the bugler up ALL: And spend the rest of my life in bed! ********** THIS TIME Performed by Robert Shanley & Chorus SHANLEY: 'Twas not so long ago We sailed to meet the foe And thought our fighting days were done We thought 'twas over then But now we're in again To win the war that wasn't won This time We will all make certain That this time is the last time This time We will not say "Curtain" Till we ring it down In their own home town For this time We are out to finish the job we started then Clean it up for all time this time So we won't have to do it again ALL: Dressed up to win We're dressed up to win Dressed up for victory We are just beginning And we won't stop winning Till the world is free For this time We will all make certain That this time is the last time This time We will not say "Curtain" Till we ring it down In their own home town For this time We are out to finish the job we started then Clean it up for all time this time So we won't have to do it again Dressed up to win We're dressed up to win Dressed up for victory We are just beginning And we won't stop winning Till the world is free For this time We will all make certain That this time is the last time This time We will not say "Curtain" Till we ring it down In their own home town For this time We are out to finish the job we started then Clean it up for all time this time So we won't have to do it again We'll fight to the finish this time And we'll never have to do it again ********** All songs transcribed and/or verified by Mel Priddle - November 2007) ********** (Contributed by - November 2007)

    


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