Brother Can You Spare A Dime. Lyrics by Yip Harburg, music by Jay Gorney, 1931. Maybe Buddy can get a short link to Bing on YouTube. In any event, the song needs new lyrics.

They used to tell me he was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
I thought that I was really part of a team
And so we gave him the job
Once I built a factory and I made it run
We made cars all the time
Now he’s given it to the union and they’re having fun
Brother can you spare a dime

On the campaign, gee we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum
Marching with Acorn, giving them hell
And I was the kid with the drum

Say don’t you remember, we called him Barack
It was Barack, Barack all the time
Say don’t you remember, Barack was our pal
Brother can you spare a dime