We've Got To Do A Job On The Japs, Baby
Words and music by Edgar Leslie, Abel Baer, and George W. Meyer
Published 1942

No telling when
We will stroll the lane again
We've Got To Do A Job On The Japs, Baby,
Fare thee well 'til then.
Somehow I know
We will share the moonlight's glow.
We've Got To Do A Job On The Japs, Baby;
'Til then cheerio
There'll come a day
When I'm out
So let's be gay
While love takes time out.
I'll see you when
We can stroll the lane again
We've Got To Do A Job On The Japs, Baby,
So fare thee well 'til then.