Hello, I noticed individuals were looking for the words to this song. My Uncle Joe Kilianski sang this song in his Polka band back in the 1940's. It goes:
This war is over and we sleep in fox holes, deep in muddy fox holes eating onion soup
Our sweet wives are waiting with dreams and celebrations, what a celebration, Hoopai Shup.
Hoopai shupai, hoopai shupai, hoopai shupai Donna (or dana)
Hoopai shupai Donna, Hoopai shup.
Yesterday we slept in mud tomorrow may be satin, pink and yellow satin, Hoopai shup
Repeat chorus
This war is over and we sleep in fox holes, deep in muddy fox holes eating onion soup
Our sweet wives are waiting with dreams and celebrations, what a celebration, Hoopai Shup.
Hoopai shupai, hoopai shupai, hoopai shupai Donna (or dana)
Hoopai shupai Donna, Hoopai shup.
Yesterday we slept in mud tomorrow may be satin, pink and yellow satin, Hoopai shup
Repeat chorus