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Baby baby baby, what's wrong with Uncle Sam?He's cut down on my sugar, now he's messin' with my hamI got the ration blues, blue as I can beOh me, I've got those ration bluesI got to live on forty ounces, of any kind of meatThose forty little ounces gotta last me all the weekI got to cut down on my jellyIt takes sugar to make it sweetI'm gonna steal all your jelly babyAnd rob you of your meatI got the ration blues, blue as I can beOh me, I've got those ration bluesI like to wake up in the morning with my jelly by my sideSince rationing started baby, you just take your stuff and hideThey reduced my meat and sugarAnd rubber's disappearing fastYou can't ride no more with poppa'Cause Uncle Sam wants my gasI got the ration blues, blue as I can beOh me, I've got those ration blues Aus Songtexte Mania