Lyrics:

December the seven
Nineteen hundred and forty-one
On December the seven
Nineteen hundred and forty-one
The Japanese flew over Pearl Harbor
Droppin' bombs by the ton

The Japanese is so ungrateful
Just like a stray dog on the street
Yes, the Japanese is ungrateful
Like a stray dog on the street
Well, he'll bite the hand that feeds him
Soon as he get enough to eat

Some say the Japanese is hard fighters
But any dummy ought to know
Some said the Japanese is hard fighters
But any dummy ought to know
Even a rattlesnake won't bite you in your back
He will warn you before he strikes his blow

I turned on my radio
And I heard Mr. Roosevelt say
I turned on my radio
And I heard Mr. Roosevelt say
We wanted to stay out of Europe an Asia
But now, we all got a debt to pay

We even sold the Japanese
Brass an scrap iron
An it makes my blood boil in the vein
We even sold the Japanese
Brass an scrap iron
An it makes my blood boil in the vein
'Cause they made bombs and shells
Out of it
And they dropped them on Pearl Harbor
Just like rain