When the Nylons Bloom Again

Direct from three straight years entertaining our boys overseas
Here she is, America's most beloved band-singer
The songbird of the seventh fleet
Miss Armelia McQueen!

Gone are the days when I'd answer the bell
Find there a salesmen with stockings to sell
Gleam in his eye and measuring tape in his hand
I get the urge to go splurging on hose
Nylons, a dozen of those
Now poor or rich we're enduring instead
Woolens which itch
Rayons that spread

I'll be happy when the nylons bloom again
Cotton is monotonous to men
Only way to keep affection fresh
Get some mesh for your flesh

I'll be happy when the nylons bloom again
Ain't no need to blow no sirens then
When the frozen hose again appear
Man that means all clear

Working women of the USA and Britan
Humble down with your lonely debutante
Will be happy as puppy or a kitten
Stepping back into their nylons of DuPont

Keep on smiling till the nylons bloom again
And the WACS come back to join their men
In a world that Mr. Wallace planned
Strolling hand in hand

Working women of the USA and Britan
Humble down with your lonely debutante
Will be happy as puppy or a kitten
Stepping back into their nylons of DuPont

Keep on smiling till the nylons bloom again
And the WACS come back to join their men
In a world that Mr. Wallace planned
Strolling hand in hand



Credits
Writer(s): Marion Jr. Waller
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