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 [bad word] 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
Poor me, I've got those ration blues