Talking on a cell phone that
isn’t paid for
Gonna buy some spiced pork
in a can
Cause the economy’s goin’ to
hell
Pull in next to a rusty old
mini van
A Yale sticker plastered to
the back window
Surly teenagers stroll by
They must dress from the
same closet
Just lost my job to a
skilled worker
Can’t go to college cause
there ain’t no funding
Have to sell one of my
kidneys for starch and cheese
Good thing potatoes are so
versatile
Corporate America’s got me
by the wallet
Appeal to my ethnocentrism
Cleaver advertising is
everything
I’ll buy anything as long as
I have a coupon
Gonna cash in that
retirement fund
I’ll take payment in rolled
quarters
Can beat myself to death
with change
Fuck it, I’m going to Disney
land!