Off-Broadway production (2005)
Yank the musical - Yank! Lyrics
Yank! The service man’s journal.
Not pompous or pious. Says it’s for us and by us. The men of no rank get their stories told in-
They pump it out weekly.
It ain’t for the fickle. And it’s only a nickel.
Just regular types, airing their gripes,
Not stiff and boring like Stars and Stripes.
Alright shitheads, listen up! When I call your name, get into line. You’re company C.
Charlie Company Christ!
All of ‘em laughing at the fresh-faced kid, and-
Will any guys be my pals? Nobody sees me at all.
Somebody see. Somebody see.
Picture a thousand guys just enlisted herded together like beef.
Head’s up our asses, scared we look dumb til we’re handed magazines.
To tell us what we’ve become is a Yank.
There’s letters and pinups- wooh!
There’s jokes you’ll be usin’,
and the jokes ain’t confusin’.
The Sarge says our company- Charlie Company, has turned out ‘movie perfect’
Whatever that means..
Charles Czechowski, Brooklyn.
Abner Scoots, Chattanooga!
Vittorio Rotelli, Sicily.
Simon Portchester, Boston.
Hyron Cowen, Seattle.
Thrown together with strangers.
Mitch Adams, Trenton.
Wonder who these guys are.. Who they left behind.
Bye baby, now don’t go forgettin the pettin your Mrs’ gonna miss
But if you’re blue, just reminisce on this, and this, and-
Goodbye, my dear.
Bye, my lady.
STU’S MOTHER (SPOKEN):
This is a gift from your father and me. It’s a journal, so you’ll remember every thing that happens.
Move it- Move it! Jesus, you’re even sorrier than the last pieces of crap they sent me!
They are scraping the bottom of the barrel! Where were you all in 42 when we needed ‘ya!
Chicoski, you been shovin kielbasa up your ass?
Don’t crap out on me, Adams!
Stewart, you stink-You stink!
Charlie Company, shit! Each of ‘em better than I’ll ever be!
I’ll never fool them for long. They’ll see right through,
Gotta try, Gotta try.
Okay, Stewart- Alone.
Alright, hit the showers!
Picture each inch of ya bruised and blistered
Wishin’ you just could relax
Government owns ya
Nowhere to hide
Got no privacy at all
As a private, your privacy’s bust
Every day is just Yank! Yank!
I could surely use a yank-
Okay, so let me just say one thing about showers..
I hate them. Everyone else just looks so easy, stands there joking like nothing’s unusual,
While I’m rushing and wishing I were invisible. Why aren’t I relaxed like them? Why do I hate it?
‘Cause I do- hate being around men. Maybe that means I’m even more normal than them,
And not how I sometimes feel. Like a fella somehow born in the wrong kind of body.
Stewart! Front and center!
Oh God, oh God.
Stewart do you know what I see every time I look at your pretty face?
I know, I know- I’m the worst one in the squad.
You’re the worst one in the squad.
I stink. Pathetic. I mean, dropping my rifle.
Dropping your rifle! Know how fast Tojo’s boys woulda been on your ass?
So you’re gonna stay up all night drilling until you can do it in your sleep,
Or ALL Charlie Company’s gonna be on latrines. For the rest of Basic!
Oh God.. Oh, God.
You were a business man pre-induction
You were a man of the world!
Now you’re a dog-face, rest is a blur!
You’re forgettin who ya was!
Okay Stewart, show me!
Cause whatever you were-
Now you’re a Yank!
You’re searchin for comfort
Ain’t had it for ages
‘Cept inside of the pages of
Yank! A friend you can turn to. Thank! The fellows who write it. Makes you feel all united.
No matter your rank, you’re a somebody to Yank!
The service man’s journal
Connects you to millions
And it ain’t for civilians
In bunk, tent, tank-
Where there’s army, there’s a Yank! 3x
[Thanks to Gabriella for lyrics]
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