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• Artiste: Foremen (The)
• Titre: Uncle Sam's Lament
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Well, it ain't no hype Times is tough I'm cryin' and wipin' my nose on my cuff And I stand out on the sidewalk with my hand out in the cold Buddy, can you spare a billion dollars? Well, I'm feelin' blue 'Tain't feelin' pink 'Cause I printed too much green stuff with red ink And I walk up Main Street, Anytown, in hock up to my neck Buddy, can you spare a billion dollars? Once the sun was high and I was everybody's Uncle Sam All I had to do was point a finger at 'em and say, "I want you." But, now the sky is cloudy and they swear they don't know who I am I'm mildly recessed And tremendously overdressed (Spoken) A billion dollars... That's a thousand million dollars. That's enough to fill the Houston Astrodome with Good & Plenty. That's enough to support Arianna Huffington for six or seven years. That's enough to buy every banjo ever made. But for me, that's just one day's interest payment. (Sung) Now, when I was secure I was a mensch I rebuilt Europe in spite of the French Now I'm flat out on the sidewalk with my hat out in the snow Buddy, hey, buddy Anybody, can you spare a billion dollars?