This is new little jag I went off on — fighting the national debt through song. The song I wrote is available for a free listen and/or download over at Noisetrade. Here go. Many thanks to Tim Bushong, for his Gandalfian wizardry. I also uploaded the lyrics over there somewhere, but I can’t seem to find them. So I thought I would put them up over here.
With apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford.
With apologies to Tennessee, for that matter.
With apologies to everybody else, for that matter.
Some folks say a man is made outta cash;
The Feds are getting brazen and the tax man is brash.
My wallet’s getting thinner, that’s to be expected
A mind that’s weak—look who we elected.
You load 16 trill and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter don’t you call us; we don’t got the nerve.
We owe our souls to the Federal Reserve.
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine,
And they came with their shovel and a 1049.
They loaded sixteen trill of what weren’t theirs,
And the foreman said “Well, we’s trillionaires!”
I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Filling out these forms is a major pain
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
My accountant said, “Just sign on this line.”
You see the tax man comin’, or you thought you did
A lotta men didn’t, lots were audited.
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t sign it, then the left one will