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Up on the East side of Manhattan,
They’re still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
It’s getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There’s too much going wrong.
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
and write a high speed drinking song.

Millionaires losin’ 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 don’t forget the automakers
swimming up stream like a trout.
They let the shi* hit the fan
and then they made a plan
We’ve got a- a lot to drink about.

It’s the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Where’s your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We’ve got a lot to drink about.

Now, Madoff made off with all the money.
And his clients are down to skunk weed.
Repeat after me, it’s so easy to see
We’re only talking simple greed.
And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold.
While Bush and Cheney ain’t around
and all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
from Key West to London town.

It’s the price of oil,
war of the spoils.
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We’ve got a lot to drink about.

So pour me some Tennessee whiskey,
pour me a fine Jamaican rum.
That loud mouth soup
can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I’ll have some!

Well the family devalues
and little children count their net worth
and the truth wherever it’s hiding,
can’t be found on Google Earth.
Citibank’s buying jets with our money.
I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip.
Let’s hope Barack and Joe won’t let the volcano blow
and patch the hole in our sinking ship.

There’s the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We’ve got a lot to drink about.

Recession, Opression, Depression good God
CNN keeps bummin’ me out.
I can’t take another doomsday minute.
Got a lot to drink, a lot to think,
a lot to drink about.

God bless America. :::Laughs:::