The roaring twenties,
living life like one big party.
Everything looking Hollywood,
Hollywood starry.

Jazz and dance,
flappers taking their chance.
Till the day,
the day the stock market crashed.

Gambling money away,
money no one ever had.
Now living in a depression,
everyone looks so sad.

Families losing their houses,
men and women leaving their spouses.
Job-searching,
makeshift learning.

Suicidal men,
wish for the life they had back when.
Children dying,
families crying.

Living life jobless,
not a single day sobless.
Stale bread,
all hope dead.

Tryna remember,
remember the days of jazz.
The days back when,
this world had class.

What a shame,
oh what a shame.
When our own hometown,
loses at the life game.