Original subtitles

(DAFFY YODELING)

(SINGING) We're in to win so let's begin To do the job with junk

We're in to win, turn in your tin And listen to it plunk

To our nation's call every rubber ball Goes to conquer freedom 's foe

- Freedom's foe! - Freedom's foe!

Freedom's foe!

We're in to win, our staff is in So to victory let's go

And do the job with junk

Pots, pans, old tin cans. Pails, nails, empty jails.

Vats, hats, rubber mats. Missing links, kitchen sinks.

Garbage cans, electric fans. Rubber boots, bathing suits.

Reels, wheels, rundown heels. Bedsprings, piston rings.

Metal shears, old tin ears.

(WHISTLES)

Tire chains, water mains. Skates, plates, furnace crates.

Pitching forks, rubber corks. Sacks, racks, railroad tracks.

Poles, soles, fiddle bows. Plugs, lugs, bathroom rugs.

Cover sheets, housemaid knees. Rubber bands, bird cage stands.

Metal snips, pillow slips. Lock, socks, grandpa clock!

(PANTING)

And that's why we're in

To win

(LISPING) Well, how do you like that, Schickelgruber?

(SHOUTING IN MOCK GERMAN)

(BARKING)

Destroy that scrap pile!

- NAZI GENERAL: Destroy that scrap pile! - Destroy that scrap pile!

- Destroy that scrap pile! - Destroy that scrap pile!

- Destroy that scrap pile! - Destroy that scrap pile!

Destroy that scrap pile!

SOLDIERS: Destroy! Destroy! Destroy that scrap pile!

(BEEPING)

Destroy that scrap pile!

(GULPS)

(RATTLING)

(HICCUPS)

Hup! Hup! Hup!

(LISPING) Halt! Who goes there?

Mice!

(CRASHING)

(STAMMERING) Moose!

Saboteurs, I bet you!

(GOAT HICCUPS)

Ah, I thought so!

Put your hands up!

You criminals are all alike! I can see it in your eyes.

Just a stupid ignoramus! A numbskull! A nitwit! A nincompoop!

(HICCUPPING)

Why, it's just a poor little sick billy goat! Hey, William, this'll fix you up!

A sodium acetyl-salicylic.

Listen to it fizz!

(HICCUPPING)

Provides immediate relief from hyper-gasidity,

banishes after-dinner discomfort and loginess.

(HICCUPPING)

Say, this tin termite is a Nazi! A folk wolf in sheep's clothing!

You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?

(EXCLAIMING)

(PANTING)

I'm through.

Oh, what I'd give for a can of spinach, now.

Shame, Daffy, shame!

Great-great-great-great-great-uncle Dullingham Duck!

(SINGING) Did I cry "spinach" when I stood a duck on Plymouth Rock?

Did I and Washington give up with Valley Forge in hock?

Did Daniel Boone and me quack "quits" when Indians seized our scalp?

Did John Paul Duck give up the ship or ever holler "help"?

Hey, Daffy, Americans don't give up!

No, Daffy, Americans don't give up!

That's right! And I'm an American duck!

- Up there in the sky! - GHOST 1: It's a bird!

GHOST 2: No, it's a plane!

GHOST 3: No, it's Super-American!

Gosh, a dream! It was all a dream!

NAZIS: Hey!

Next time you dream include us out!

(STUTTERING) That's all folks!

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