Corns For My Country - Original - The Andrews Sisters

I’m gettin' corns for my Country

At the Hollywood Canteen

The hardest workin' junior hostess

You’ve ever seen

I’m doin' my bit down here for Uncle Sam

I’m a patriotic jitterbug

Yeah, yeah, that’s what I am

I’m gettin' corns for my country, you should see the pounds fly

I’m gettin' down the waistline and I don’t even try

I don’t need a Duberry or a Westmore course

'Cos 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 GI’s knock the South, 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 tough

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 him to look us up at the Hollywood Canteen

I used to be aesthetic, they say, oh yes I was, really I was

I served the drama, arts and the ballet

But the theatre guild came over and said, «Forget about Pavlova «Learn to cut a rug, so now we’re jitterbugs

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 vim

So if you hail from the Bronx, Des Moines or Aberdeen

Come down and ask for us at the Hollywood Canteen