"The Fightin' Son-Of-A-Gun"
Performed by Zeke Manner and his Gang
Written by Van Sciver, Darnell, and Miller
Recorded March 1942
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Zeke Manners

 

 

 

 

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He's got him a knapsack, he's got him a gun
Honey I'm a fightin' son-of-a-gun
I'll travel the ocean and I'll travel the sea
I'll slap that Jap right off the map whereever he may be
I'll go to Yokohama and I'll send you souvenirs
I'll send ya Tojo's whiskers, honey, tied around his ears

Oh Tojo's ears as souvenirs
He'll send us Tojo's whiskers, honey, tied around his ears

I got me a bomb load, and a plane to fly in
I'm gonna drop the whole load on the middle of Berlin
I'll fetch ya back a mustache attached onto a lout
Who looks like he had swallowed a mule and left his tail stick out

Without a doubt he'll fetch that lout
Who looks like he had swallowed a mule and left his tail stick out

I got me a compass and I got me a jeep
I'll rig her up with water wings and scoot across the deep
I'll find that graying jackass who poses there in Rome
I'll flat down his profile and I'll bring his jaw bone home

His jaw bone home, right straight from Rome
He'll flatten "Muzzy's" profile and bring us his jawbone home

Well so long, I'm leaving, but I'll be right back
I'll fetch ya back a whole damn Axis in a gunny sack
I'll polish off the lot of 'em, and I'll do the job so well
The devil will not know them, honey, when they get down to Hell

The job so well, the job so well
devil will not know his pals when they get down to Hell

Honey I'm a fightin' son-of-a-gun
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