paroles de chanson Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You (With Harry Roy & His Band) - Tiny Tim

Last night, as I lay a-sleeping
A wonderful dream came to me
I saw Uncle Sammy weeping
For his children from over the sea
They had come to him, friendless and starving
When from tyrants′ oppression they fled
But now they abuse and revile him
Till at last in just anger he said
If you don't like your Uncle Sammy
Then go back to your home o′er the sea
To the land from where you came, whatever be its name
But don't be ungrateful to me!
If you don't like the stars in Old Glory
If you don′t like the Red, White and Blue
Then don′t act like the cur in the story
Don't bite the hand that′s feeding you!
You recall the day you landed
How I welcomed you to my shore
When you came here empty handed
And allegiance forever you swore
I gathered you close to my bosom
Of food and of clothes you got both
So, when in trouble, I need you
You will have to remember your oath
If you don't like your Uncle Sammy
Then go back to your home o′er the sea
To the land from where you came, whatever be its name
But don't be ungrateful to me!
If you don′t like the stars in Old Glory
If you don't like the Red, White and Blue
Then don't act like the cur in the story
Don′t bite the hand that′s feeding you!