Louis Jordan Reconversion Blues Lyrics

Reconversion Blues Lyrics

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I got those re-hee-hee,
reconversion blues

Can't wait to buy a new automobile

And a pair of
two-tone shoes



I can walk right past my draft board

And I
won't get no dirty looks

I can go down to the grocer

Without takin'
my ration books

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I can
drive in a gas station

And get most anything I choose



I
forgot the taste of bacon

Butter and whipped cream cake

At night I
wake up screamin':

"Bring me a nice fat juicy steak!"

I got those
re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I'm gonna buy my baby nylons,

All
the nylons she can use



No more fish on Tuesdays,

I get
plenty meat in my stews

There's plenty of cigarettes and chewing gum

and nuts and bolts and screws

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion
blues

If someone say "for the duration"

Brother, I'm gonna blow my
fuse



I'm gonna reconvert my baby

With a house and a diamond
ring

We're gonna lock our door this winter

And we won't come out
till spring

I got those re-hee-hee, reconversion blues

I'm gonna
buy a brand new radio

That don't know how to get the latest news