Louis Jordan - Reconversion Blues Lyrics
I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion bluesI got those re-hee-hee, reconversion bluesCan't wait to buy a new automobileAnd a pair of two-tone shoesI can walk right past my draft boardAnd I won't get no dirty looksI can go down to the grocerWithout takin' my ration booksI got those re-hee-hee, reconversion bluesI can drive in a gas stationAnd get most anything I chooseI forgot the taste of baconButter and whipped cream cakeAt night I wake up screamin':"Bring me a nice fat juicy steak!"I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion bluesI'm gonna buy my baby nylons,All the nylons she can useNo more fish on Tuesdays,I get plenty meat in my stewsThere's plenty of cigarettes and chewing gumand nuts and bolts and screwsI got those re-hee-hee, reconversion bluesIf someone say "for the duration"Brother, I'm gonna blow my fuseI'm gonna reconvert my babyWith a house and a diamond ringWe're gonna lock our door this winterAnd we won't come out till springI got those re-hee-hee, reconversion bluesI'm gonna buy a brand new radioThat don't know how to get the latest news
