I found a dollar
That was blowing down the street
So I went down to the deli
To buy something to eat
I waited in line
'Til it finally came my turn
Then the deli man said
Oh, son, why can't you learn
You can't get nothing
For a dollar anymore
So would you kindly
Show yourself to that door
You can't get nothing
for your dollar anymore
You get nothing to eat
If you're the working poor
So I took my dollar to the banker
On down the way
They said he'd be open
Later in the day
I bided my time
And I waited by patiently
Then the banker man said
Oh, son, why can't ya see
You get nothing in the bank
If you're the working poor
So I took my dollar
To the town's highest hill
I said good luck
Now blow where you will
I watched it float away
'Til I could hardly see
I hope it has some
better luck than me
You get nothing to eat
Nothing in the bank
Nothing in your pocket
If you're the working poor
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