On the old a**embly line
On the old a**embly line
Everything is hum-hum-hummin?
On the old a**embly line
When the overalls combine
With the mighty dollar sign
There'll be miles and miles
Of American smiles
From the factory to the mine
On the old a**embly line
(repeat once)
(spoken):
I'm the farmer who tills the soil
I'm the driller who drills the oil
I forge the rivets that weld the tanks
I buy the bonds in a thousands banks
I build the ships we?re proud to sail
I give my man a full dinner pail
I clerk
I fight
I warden at night
I plan
I rig
I jockey a jeep
Ships, cars, planes, tanks
North, south, east and west
Turn the wheels and tanks
For the millions of Yanks
From the factory to the mine
On the old a**embly line!