The Yanks Started Yankin'

歌詞

I dreamed of a scene in an old soldier's home The year was nineteen fifty three With medals galore that he'd won in this war He sat smoking peacefully Tell me of the war of nineteen seventeen Said his grandson who stood by his side How did they fix up that terrible mix up? And proudly the old man replied: The Russsians were rushin' the Prussians The Prussians were crushin' the Russians The Balkins were balkin' and Turkey was squawkin' Rasputin disputtin' and Italy scootin' The Boches all bulled Bolshevikis The British were skittish at sea But the good Lord I'm thankin' The Yanks started yankin' And yanked Kaiser Bill up a tree My dream quickly changed to a schoolroom that day The lesson was geography A child raised her hand, said, "I don't understand This map looks all wrong to me What is this strange place that is marked Germany?" And the teacher replied with a roar "Why, that's an old map, dear since we had that scrap, dear There ain't no such place anymore" The Russsians were rushin' the Prussians The Prussians were crushin' the Russians The good old Italians were hurling batallions Canadians raidin' and Frenchmen invadin' The Bulgars were bulgin' the Belgians But Yanks started yankin' you see And when Peace was conceded Some new maps were needed They ruined the geography The Russsians were rushin' the Prussians The Prussians were crushin' the Russians The good old Italians were hurling batallions Canadians raidin' and Frenchmen invadin' The Boches all bulled Bolshevikis The British were skittish at sea But the good Lord I'm thankin' The Yanks started yankin' And yanked Kaiser Bill up a tree