Dollar Bill, That I've Held So Tight Ever Since Payday, A Week Ago, Shall I Purchase With You Tonight A Pair Of Seats At The Vaudeville Show? (Hark! A Voice From The Easy Chair: "Look At His Shoes! We Must Buy A Pair.") Dollar Bill, From The Wreckage Saved, Tell Me, How Shall I Squander You? Shall I Be Shined, Shampooed And Shaved, Singed And Trimmed 'Round The Edges, Too? (Hark! A Voice From The Easy Chair: "He Hasn't A Romper That's Fit To Wear.") Dollar Bill, That I Cherished So, Think Of The Cigarettes You'd Buy, Turkish Ones, With A Kick, You Know; Makin'S Eventually Tire A Guy. (Hark! A Voice From The Easy Chair: "Look At Those Stockings! Just One Big Tear!") Dollar Bill, It Is Time To Part. What Do I Care For A Vaudeville Show? I'll Shave Myself And Look Just As Smart. Makin'S Aren't So Bad, You Know. Dollar Bill, We Must Say Good-By; There On The Floor Is The Reason Why.