Reconversion Blues - Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

Can’t wait to buy a new automobile

And a pair of two-tone shoes

I can walk right past my draft board

And I won’t get no dirty looks

I can go down to the grocer

Without takin' my ration books

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I can drive in a gas station

And get most anything I choose

I forgot the taste of bacon

Butter and whipped cream cake

At night I wake up screamin':

«Bring me a nice fat juicy steak!»

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I’m gonna buy my baby nylons

All the nylons she can use

No more fish on Tuesdays

I get plenty meat in my stews

There’s plenty of cigarettes and chewing gum

And nuts and bolts and screws

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

If someone say «for the duration»

Brother, I’m gonna blow my fuse

I’m gonna reconvert my baby

With a house and a diamond ring

We’re gonna lock our door this winter

And we won’t come out till spring

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I’m gonna buy a brand new radio

That don’t know how to get the latest news