There’s a song in the air,
But the fair senorita
Doesn’t seem to care
For the song in the air.
So I’ll sing to the mule
If you’re sure she won’t think that I am just a fool
Serenading a mule.
Love me love me say you love me
Just for fun
Softly sigh it try it try it
Just for fun
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’ve got plenty to be thankful for
I haven’t got great big yacht
To sail from shore to shore
Still I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
Let’s say it with firecrackers
And banners held high
Let’s have a real old-fashioned noisy Fourth of July
In your Easter bonnet
With all the frills upon it
You’ll be the grandest lady
In the Easter parade
I could say that you’re homely
Just as homely as pie
But this is Washington’s birthday
And I’ve got to say you’re beautiful
‘Cause I can’t tell a lie
Be careful, it’s my heart
It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart
It’s not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned
It’s not the book I lent you
That you never returned
Remember, it’s my heart
[Editor’s note: Abraham is a celebration of Abraham Lincoln‘s birthday — and several of the performers are in blackface, to represent freed slaves. If you’re offended … you’ve been warned. Bear in mind that this is using 1942’s sensibilities, not 21st century’s attitudes.]
Upon a February morn
A tiny baby boy was born
Abraham, Abraham
One minute to midnight
One minute to go
One minute to say good-bye
Before we say hello