16 Trill, and What Do You Get?

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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.


16 Trill

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


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