Baby, baby, baby,
What's wrong with Uncle Sam?
He's cut down on my sugar,
Now he's messing with my ham.
I got the ration blues,
Blue as I can be.
Oh, oh, me,
I got those ration blues.
I got to live on 40 ounces
Of any kind of meat,
Those 40 little ounces
Got to last me all the week.
I got to cut down on my jelly,
It takes sugar to make it sweet,
I'm going to steal all your jelly, baby,
And rob you of your meat.
I got the ration blues,
Blue as I can be.
Oh, oh, me,
I got those ration blues.
I like to wake up in the morning
With my jelly by my side,
Since rationing started, baby,
You just take your stuff and hide.
They reduced my meat and sugar
And rubber's disappearing fast,
You can't ride no more with papa
'Cuz Uncle Sam wants my gas.
I got the ration blues,
Blue as I can be.
Oh, oh, me,
I got those ration blues.
What's wrong with Uncle Sam?
He's cut down on my sugar,
Now he's messing with my ham.
I got the ration blues,
Blue as I can be.
Oh, oh, me,
I got those ration blues.
I got to live on 40 ounces
Of any kind of meat,
Those 40 little ounces
Got to last me all the week.
I got to cut down on my jelly,
It takes sugar to make it sweet,
I'm going to steal all your jelly, baby,
And rob you of your meat.
I got the ration blues,
Blue as I can be.
Oh, oh, me,
I got those ration blues.
I like to wake up in the morning
With my jelly by my side,
Since rationing started, baby,
You just take your stuff and hide.
They reduced my meat and sugar
And rubber's disappearing fast,
You can't ride no more with papa
'Cuz Uncle Sam wants my gas.
I got the ration blues,
Blue as I can be.
Oh, oh, me,
I got those ration blues.
×
![]()
