They are telling of Old Glory, now in picture song and story, and they say, "
It is the emblem of the land!" "
It's a grand ol' flag," they hollar, but the real flag is a dollar; I've up agains it, and I understand.
We respect the flag, and love it, but a dollar floats above it.
When you've got it, no on ever treats you mean.
Money talks, but seldom tattles, and in all life's weary battles, it's the only flag of truth the old law gleans.
Praise the Stars and Stripes forever, and the old Red-White-and-Blue.
Rave about the Flag of Freedom, and old Hail Columbia too.
Sing the praises of Old Glory, but I've been all through the mill, and the real Star-Spangled-Banner is a good ol' dollar bill.
With a dollar you feel cheery, all the girls will call you "deary," They will smile on you and never, never chaffe They'll be true-blue while you blow it; I've been there and ought to know it.
When it's gone, instead of smiles, you'll get the laughs.
When you're flush, your friens are sunny, life is peaches, cream, and honey, and they welcome you no matter where you go.
When you're down and out in sorrow, from your friends you'll try to borrow; they won't even lend an ear to hear your woe!
Praise the Stars and Stripes forever, and the old Red-White-and-Blue.
Rave about the Flag of Freedom, and old Hail Columbia too.
Sing the praises of Old Glory, but I've been all through the mill, and the real Star-Spangled-Banner is a good ol' dollar bill.