Uncle Sam was a dreary old man, he worked in the bank all day.
He counted the millions for everyone else, and £19.10 was his take-home pay.
But when he got home and the curtains were drawn, he'd kick off his shoes and pick up his horn.
He'd play everything, give it a swing, bein' and a-boppin' like the Fourth of July.
Then one day he packed his bags and up and left the bank.
He boarded a liner for Carolina, which in mid-Atlantic sank.
So he swam to an island and crawled up the sand, and when the natives got restless, he'd strike up the band.
He'd play everything, give it a swing, bein' and a-boppin' like the Fourth of July.
Uncle Sam grew sad at heart.
He knew he'd be there forever, but he'd stay alive cos he was smart, and the natives weren't very clever.
And when ships came into sight, the Morse code he'd play, but he never got far, cos he got carried away.
He'd play everything, give it a swing, bein' and a-boppin' like the Fourth of July.
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Play it, give it a swing
Day and night and ball tonight
The fourth of July
The fifth of July
The fifth of July