Bib Ballads — Good-by Bill

[Illustration] GOOD-BY BILL

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.

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