“Father, must I go to work“
No, my lucky son,
We’re living now on easy street
On dough from Uncle Sam.
We’ve left it up to Uncle Sam;
so don’t get exercised.
Nobody has to give a danm,
we’ve all been subsidized!”
“But if Sam treats us all so well,
and feeds us milk and honey,
Please tell me, Daddy, tell me what the hell
he’s going to use for money?”
“Don’t worry, bub, there's not a hitch
in this here noble plan;
He simply soaks the filthy rich
and helps the common man!”
“But father, won’t there come a time
when they run out of cash,
When we have left them not a dime
when things will go to smash?”
“My faith in you is shrinking,
son you nosey little brat;
You do too much thinking, boy,
to be a Democrat!”