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   And rubber'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   Oh, me, I've got those ration blues