Why weep or slumber America

Land of brave and true

With castles and clothing and food for all

All belongs to you



Ev'ry man a king, ev'ry man a king

For you can be a millionaire

But there's something belonging to others

There's enough for all people to share

When it's sunny June and December too

Or in the winter time or spring

There'll be peace without end

Ev'ry neighbor a friend

With ev'ry man a king