We've loaded him with a lot of taxes And rules
and codes but there's something funny; In spite of
the way his burden waxes The son-of-a-gun is making
money!
Whenever he's given a boost to trade
We've taken an extra tribute off it, But still the
villain is undismayed, The son-of-a-gun has shown
a Profit!
We grind out daily a brand new grist
Of regulations by Profs. And scholars, But the Rugged
Individualist Is still producing some surplus dollars!
We've frowned on personal, private gains, As
most immoral, and due for censure, But the son-of-a-gun
with Business Brains Continues risking some new adventure!
In spite of Planners and New Deal sages With
Communistical dreams and yearnings, This Capitalistic
guy pays wages, And Some of his stocks and bonds
show earnings!
We've moved the bases, and changed
the lines, And altered the rules for every inning,
With added penalties, doubled fines, But the son-of-a-gun
insists on winning!
It's anti-social to fail
to fail, It makes our wonderful schemes look funny;
Rush the Traitor at once to jail, For the son-of-a-gun
is making money!.