Louis Jordan - 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 bu*ter 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