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Yank
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Soundtrack
Yank was released on February 25, 2014 by PS Classics as a part of the album Yank! (Original off-Broadway Cast Recording)
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Release DateFebruary 25, 2014
LabelPS Classics
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Steggert
Bobby Steggert
Vocals
Yank! Company
Yank! Company
Performer
Rob Berman
Rob Berman
Conductor
Yank! Cast Ensemble
Yank! Cast Ensemble
Choir
Yank! Pit Orchestra
Yank! Pit Orchestra
Orchestra

Lyrics

Yank! The serviceman's journal
Yank!
Not pompous or pious
Says it's for us and by us
The men of no rank
Get the stories told in
Yank!
They pump it out weekly
Yank!
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
Scoots, Abner!
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
Heads up our asses, scared we look dumb
Till we're handed magazines
To tell us what we've become is a Yank
There's letters and pinups, woo!
Yank!
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
Hiram Cowen, Seattle
Thrown together with strangers
Mitch Adams, Trenton
Wonder who these guys are... who they left behind
My darling
Bye baby, now don't go forgettin'
The pettin' your miss is gonna miss
But if you're blue, just reminisce
On this, and this, and…
Bye darling
Bye dollface
Buh-bye toots
Bye sweetie-pie
Goodbye my dear
Bye my lady
Bye lovey
Bye luscious
Bye mom
Bye darling
This is a gift from your father and me
It's a journal, so you'll remember everything 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?
(Various whistling)
You stink!
You're crap!
Czechowski, you been shovin' kielbasa up your ass?
Don't crap out on me, Adams!
Stewart, you stink, you stink!
Stewart you are the most pathetic, fruit fairy cocksucker I have ever seen!
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
Again
Again
Moron
Jesus Christ
Idiot
Sad sack
Alright, hit the showers!
Picture each inch of ya bruised and blistered
A wishin' you just could relax
Government owns ya
Nowhere to hide
Got no privacy at all
As a private, your privacy's bust
Everyday is just Yank! Yank!
Smells like a barnyard in here!
Shut up!
Who farted?
I'm gonna kill whoever farted!
Yank!
I could surely use a yank—
Ok, so let me say just one thing about showers
I hate them
Everyone else 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 dogface, rest is a blur!
You're forgettin' who ya was!
Okay, Stewart, show me
You pass
'Cause whatever you were
For now!
Now you're a Yank!
(Hut, two, three, four)
You're searching for comfort
Ain't had it for ages
'Cept inside 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 always somebody to Yank!
A serviceman's journal
Connects you to millions
And it ain't for civilians
In buck, tent, tank
Where there's army there's a Yank!
Where there's army there's a Yank!
Where there's army there's a Yank!
Written by: Yank
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