Here are the King sisters
who have a slight complaint
to register.
It seems they want to tell the milkman
to keep those bottles quiet.
Milkman, keep those bottles
quiet
Can't use that jive on my
milk diet
Milkman, keep those bottles quiet
I've been jumpin' on
a swing shift all night
Turnin' out my quarter,
all right
Now I'm beat right down to the sod
And I've got to dig myself some nod
Milk man,
keep those bottles quiet
Now the noise of the riveter,
I don't mind it
Cause the man with the whiskers
has a lot behind it
But I can't keep punchin'
with that victory crew
When you're makin' me punch
you with that bottled moo
I'm gonna give my all
up, I'm gonna give up
But I gotta get some shut -eye
if I'm gonna rivet
So bail out, bud,
we've had a little barrage
Cause it is unpatriotic, it's a sabotage
Mr. Milkman,
won't you keep those bottles quiet?
Shh, shh, shh
Been knocking out a fat
tank all day
Yes, and I'm working on a bomber,
okay
Boy, you blast my wig with those clings
Clink, clink
I've got to get my 40 wings
Won't you remove your load,
Milkman?
Take it from my abode
Milkman, why did you hit
the road?
Milkman, shove on, it's done
Please give us all a real dress
Get lost with your seal test
Take your bottles and scram