Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat

Our boys went rat-tat-tat-tat Rat-tat-tat-tat And shot the Kaiser where he sat-tat-tat-at With every poppity-pop Some Krauts took a drop American boys are all such straight shooters We'll take care of him, mother When he comes home from the war We'll take care of him, mother We'll do everything that you would do, yeah, and more Rat-tat-tat-tat We'll give their backs a big pat They deserve a future full of joys 'Cause they're our Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Doughboys Company! Order! Arms! Roll call! I'm Private Jones from Arkansas I'm Private Smith from Kansas I'm Private Ryan from Maine I'm Private Burke from Wisconsin I'm Private O'Brien from Texas I'm Private Muntz from Michigan I'm Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way And I guess you've heard reports That the Kaiser runs a block away When they tell him, "Here comes Schwartz" 'Cause when I get mad, believe it, Jack Out from nowhere comes a maniac A kick in the foot A shot in the pants I wouldn't give a second chance Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way Private Schwartz Private Schwartz Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way I met Mademoiselle from Armentières And my bagels gave a spin, oy, oy She said, "Private Schwartz Come closer, dear" (ooh!) What a tzimmes I got in When you're fighting for democracy Call on Irving Schwartz and company I'm through and through Red, white and bluish I talk this way Because I'm British Tell Far Rock-a-way, don't pull the dock away 'Cause sailing home is General Schwartz That's our Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Hurra