We're the boys who help the fighting Yanks
Sink the flags of Freedom's foes.
And when the bugles blow, and we've won the wholedamn show,
Thank the fighting Quartermaster Corps."
II
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"Now the Stars and Stripes are flying high
O'er the lands of Uncle Sam,
And the Yanks have raised their battle cry
To the hills of far Bataan.
We'll get the goods for victory,
See the screaming eagle soary
And the Axis now will see just how tough our boys can be
In the fighting Quartermaster Corps.