Up on the East side of Manhattan,
Theyre still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
Its getting angry in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
Theres too much going wrong.
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
and write a high speed drinking song.
Millionaires losing everything.
Hey, welcome to the other side of life!
There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls,
But, you get to keep your wife!
And dont forget the automakers
swimming up stream like a trout.
They let the shi* hit the fan
and then they made a plan
Weve got a lot to drink about.
Its the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Wheres your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
Now, Madoff made off with all the money.
Now his clients are down to skunk weed.
Repeat after me, its so easy to see
Were only talking simple greed.
And those Somalian pirates are counting all the gold.
While Bush and Cheney aint around
and all the good lookers seem to be Czech hookers
from Key West to London town.
So pour me some Tennessee whiskey,
pour me a fine Jamaican rum.
That loud mouth soup
gets me kind of looped
Tequila, of course Ill have some!
Now the family devalues
and little children count their net worth
and the truth wherever its hiding,
can be found on Google Earth.
Citibanks buying jets with our money.
I wanna flog em with a buggy whip.
I hope Obama and Joe wont let the volcano blow
and patch the hole in our sinking ship.
Recession, Depression, the question good God
CNN keeps bumming me out.
I cant take another doomsday moment.
We got a lot to drink, a lot to think,
a lot to drink about.
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