They used to tell me I was building a dream,
And so I followed the mob;
When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear,
I was always there, right on the job.
They used to tell me I was building a dream,
With peace and glory ahead;
Why should I be standing in line,
Just waiting for bread?
Once I built a railroad, I made it run,
Made it race against time;
Once I built a railroad, now it's done;
“Brother, can you spare a dime?”
Once I built a tower, up to the sun,
Brick, and rivet, and lime;
Once I built a tower, now it's done;
“Brother, can you spare a dime?”
Once in khaki suits, Ah Gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly-Dum.
Half a million boots, went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!
“Say, don't you remember, they called me ‘Al?’
It was ‘Al’— all the time.
Why don't you remember? I'm your pal;
Hey Buddy, can you spare a dime?”
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly-Dum.
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!
“Say, don't you remember, they called me ‘Al?’
It was ‘Al’— all the time.
Say, don't you remember? I'm your pal;
Buddy, can you spare a dime?”
—Edgar Y. ("Yip") Harburg (1896-1981)