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Song, Zane Grapejuice and Party

(Air: Specially composed by Mr. W. H. Stainton.)

Yanks: We are unassuming guys on a little enterprise,
From the land that flows with gasolene and money;
In the mileage we record, every one of us a Ford,
In appearance every inch of us a Tunney.
Like our mighty prototypes who invented stars and stripes,
We are reasonably proud about our nation;
For though modest to a fault, we're undoubtedly the salt,
And the ultimate perfection of Creation.

All: For though modest to a fault, they're undoubtedly the salt,
And the ultimate perfection of Creation.

Yanks: You may not have heard before that we really won the war,
(With assistance from the little British Navy).
When the Germans came to grief, if the British were the beef,
We provided the potatoes and the gravy.
Now the war is fought and won, we have laid aside the gun,
And we sponsor every peaceable manœuvre.
We can quickly settle those with intentions bellicose,
For to scare 'em off we show 'em Mr. Hoover.

All: They can quickly settle those with intentions bellicose,
For to scare 'em off they show 'em Mr. Hoover.

Yanks: We were very fond of beer, but with comprehension clear,
We decided it would lead us to perdition.
So we gave the matter thought as a careful nation ought,
And we resolutely carried Prohibition.
With uncompromising jaw we administer the law,
And the alcoholic spirits call to order.
Liquor traffic we decry, for whenever we are dry,
We can smuggle all we want across the border.

All: Liquor traffic they decry, for whenever they are dry,
They can smuggle all they want across the border.