On the old assembly line
On the old assembly line
Everything is hum-hum-hummin‘
On the old assembly 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 assembly 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 assembly line!