Louis Armstrong: Now wake up boys, get out on the rock It ain't daybreak, but it's 4 O'clock. Harry (?) Mills: Oh, no, no, no, Pops, you know that ain't the play. Louis Armstrong: What you talkin' 'bout, it's the W.P.A. The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Sleep while you work, while you rest, while you play Lean on your shovel to pass the time away T'ain't what you do, you can die for your pay. The W.P.A. The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Now don't be a fool working hard is passé You'll stand from five to six hours a day Sit down and choke while you smoke, it's OK. The W.P.A. I'm so tired, I don't know what to do Can't get fired, so I'll take my rest until my work is through. The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Don't mind the boss if he's cross when you're gay He'll get a pink slip next month anyway Three little letters than make life OK. The W.P.A. Skeets Tolbert & His Gentlemen Of Swing's version (Decca, 1941) doesn't have the spoken intro and has this as a last stanza: The W.P.A. The W.P.A. Don't mind the boss if he's cross when you're gay You'll get a pink slip next week anyway Nobody peeks if you loaf every day. The W.P.A. The second time through, Tolbert repeats the first stanza in place of the last one.