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Well, it ain't no hypeTimes is toughI'm cryin' and wipin' my nose on my cuffAnd I stand out on the sidewalk with my hand out in the coldBuddy, can you spare a billion dollars? Well, I'm feelin' blue'Tain't feelin' pink'Cause I printed too much green stuff with red inkAnd I walk up Main Street, Anytown, in hock up to my neckBuddy, can you spare a billion dollars? Once the sun was high and I was everybody's Uncle SamAll I had to do was point a finger at 'em and say, "I want you."But, now the sky is cloudy and they swear they don't know who I amI'm mildly recessedAnd tremendously overdressed (Spoken)A billion dollars... That's a thousand million dollars. That's enough to fill the Houston Astrodome with Good & Plenty. That's enough to support Arianna Huffington for six or seven years. That's enough to buy every banjo ever made. But for me, that's just one day's interest payment. (Sung)Now, when I was secureI was a menschI rebuilt Europe in spite of the FrenchNow I'm flat out on the sidewalk with my hat out in the snowBuddy, hey, buddyAnybody, can you spare a billion dollars? Aus Songtexte Mania