Ration Blues

Baby, baby, baby,

What's wrong with Uncle Sam?

He's cut down on my sugar

Now he's messin' with my ham

I got the ration blues

Blue as I can be

Oh, me, I've got those ration blues

I got to live on forty ounces

Of any kind of meat

Those forty little ounces

Gotta last me all the week

I got to cut down on my jelly

It takes sugar to make it sweet

I'm gonna steal all your jelly, baby

And rob you of your meat

I got the ration blues

Blue as I can be

Oh, me, I've got those ration blues

I like to wake up in the morning

With my jelly by my side

Since rationing started, baby

You just take your stuff and hide

They reduced my meat and sugar

And rubber's disappearing fast

You can't ride no more with poppa

'Cause Uncle Sam wants my gas

I got the ration blues

Blue as I can be

Oh, me, I've got those ration blues