Lyrics Barbra Streisand – Rat–Tat–Tat–Tat

in the new 1920 Ziegfeld Follies World War I tribute number:

Eddie:
Our boys went rat-tat-tat-tat,
Rat-tat-tat-tat,
And shot the Kaiser where he sat-tat-tat-at.
With every poppity-pop,
Some Kraut took a drop.
American boys are all such straight shooters—
We’ll take care of him, Mother,
When he comes home from the war.
We’ll take care of him, Mother,
We’ll do everything that you would do—yeah—and more.
Rat-tat-tat-tat,
We’ll give their backs a big pat.
They deserve a future full of joys
‘Cause they’re our Yankee Doodle,
Yankee Doodle,
Yankee Doodle,
Doughboys.
Company—Order—Arms—Roll Call—
Company:
I’m Private Jones from Arkansas,
I’m Private Smith from Kansas,
I’m Private Ryan from Maine,
I’m Private Burke from Wisconsin,
I’m Private O’Brien from Texas,

I’m Private Muntz from Michigan,
Fanny:
I’m Private Schvartz from Rock-a-way,
And I guess you heard reports
That the Kaiser runs a block away
When they tell him, here comes Schvartz,
‘Cause ven I get mad, believe it, Jack,
Out from nowhere comes a maniac,
A kick in the foot,
A shot in the pants—
I wouldn’t give a second chance.
Schvartz from Rock-a-way.
Chorus:
Private Schwartz
Private Schwartz
Private Schwartz from Rock-a-way.
Fanny:
I met Mademoiselle from Armentieres
And my bagels gave a spin (oy, yoy),
She said, Private Schvartz,
Come closer, dear!
What a tzimmis I got in!
Ven you’re fighting for democracy,
Call on Irving Schvartz and company,
I’m through and through
Red, white and bluish,
I talk this way
Because I’m British.
Tell Far Rock-a-way, don’t pull the dock away,
‘Cause sailing home is General Schvartz.
All:
Rat-ta ta ta ta tat,
We’ll give their backs a big pat.
They deserve a great big medal
And a loud huzzah,
Over here and over there
You’ll hear
Rat-tat a tat tat,
Rat-tat a tat tat,
Rat tat a tat tat tat,
That’s our Yankee Doodle,
Yankee Doodle
Rat tat a tat tat tat
Hurrah.