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.