The year is nineteen and twenty, kind friends
And the great World's War we have won
Old Kaiser Bill, we've beat him once again
In the smoke of the cannon and the gun
Old von Hindenburg and his Royal German Army
They are tramps in tatters and in rags
Uncle Sammy has tied every nation in this world
In his long old leather money bags

Wilson caught a trip and a train into Paris
Meetin' Lloyd George and Mr. Clemenceau
They said to Mr. Wilson, "We've staked all of our claims
There is nothing else for you."

"I plowed more lands, I built bigger fact'ries
An' I stopped Hindenburg in his tracks
You thank the Yanks by claimin' all the lands
But you still owe your money to my bank."

"Keep sending your ships across these waters;
We'll borrow all the money you can lend
We must buy new clothes, new plows, and fact'ries
And we need golden dollars for to spend."

Ever' dollar in the world, well, it rolled and it rolled
And it rolled into Uncle Sammy's door
A few got richer, and richer, and richer
But the poor folks kept but gettin' poor