Uncle Sam's Lament Songtext
von The Foremen

Well it ain′t no hype
Times is tough
I'm crying and wiping 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 feeling blue
T'ain't feeling pink
′Cause I printed too much green stuff with red ink
And I walk up Main Street any town
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"
Now the sky is cloudy and they swear they don′t know who I am
I'm mildly recessed and tremendously overdressed

A billion dollars
Why that′s a thousand million dollars
That's enough to fill the Houston Astrodome with good and 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

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
Any buddy
Can you spare a billion dollars?