Lyrics
There's a lovesick "magoo" in the army,
Who's in love with a sweet desert rose,
When the moon's shining bright,
He sings to her each night,
And here's the way it goes:
Oh, Gertie from Bizerte,
You're as purty, purty, purty as can be;
Gertie from Bizerte,
Don't you never, ever dare desert me.
Tho' your lingo I don't know,
When we kiss, you make me holler "Bingo,"
Oh! Oh! Oh! Gertie from Bizerte,
You're the gal for me.
