Was not so long ago... I can still remember How America would strut her style. I’d never need a cash advance The mortgage I could refinance McMansion with imported marble tile.
We all believed we’d live forever Successful
in each grand endeavor. A power-playing sales rep; I never made one misstep.
I loved to travel far and wide With my family and gorgeous bride, But
now I weep with swallowed pride Our fortune swept aside.
So my, my, kiss your freedom goodbye. Spend
a trillion, bill the children, In the blink of an eye. And a power grab to bleed the treasury dry Singin’, “vote because catastrophe’s nigh.” "vote because catastrophe’s nigh."
Did you place your faith and trust, In this wasteful, bloated omnibus, If Messiah tells you so? Ah, do you
believe in change and hope, While sliding down that slippery slope, And cede your liberty for quid pro quo?
Well, we’re
paintin’ lipstick on a pig Future generations pay the vig. The liberals enriched. Man, this is classic
bait & switch, oooh.
But now the budget busters run amok The entitled Hopies from the teat will suck, The nanny state trend’s hard to buck So hey, don’t even try.
I started singin’, "my, my, kiss your
freedom goodbye." Don’t be rankled, grab your ankles, Get a tube of K-Y. A Quarter Pounder’s
all your money’ll buy Singin’ “would you like a shake with those fries? "would you like a
shake with those fries?"
Now for two years on the campaign trail Relentless quest for the Holy Grail, And now it’s time to live the dream. So Obama’s
King and Michelle is Queen, With a plan conceived by Howard Dean And they say that bullshit flows downstream,
Oh, and while Messiah donned his crown, Commenced to tear free markets down. Investors showed concern; So meager their returns. And while Bama channeled Karl Marx, We hid our cash in shadows dark, From bureaucrats
and Geithner’s sharks Until the storm subsides.
We were singing, "my, my, kiss your freedom
goodbye." Better hunker in your bunker, Saul Alinsky’s alive. Stock up on rice and keep an ample
supply And singin’ “this will be our rallying cry”. "this’ll be our rallying cry."
Healthcare, train fare, come and get your welfare. Those
greedy fat-cats gonna pay their fair share, Trillions spent and expanding fast. Goodies spread to the middle class. The piggies feed from the trough en masse, As our masters dine on pheasant under glass.
Now the congress
met in smoke-filled rooms “Oh, we must avert impending doom!” Rapt in hypnotic trance, Oh, let
us stem this avalanche! Now the stimulus was soon revealed; Our liberties at once repealed. Do not resist,
your fate is sealed Don’t bother asking why
We started singing, "my, my kiss your freedom
goodbye." Cede your labor to the Savior: Mister Pie in the Sky. Them Democrats expand the money supply And singin’ “we’re just all along
for the ride "we’re
just all along for the ride."
Oh, and Jeffrey Holder talks of race, We’re shameless cowards in
disgrace Too bigoted to comprehend. So come on: all you hate-filled Anglo hicks! Confess your sins and take
your licks Cause payback is a bitch my redneck friend.
Oh, and as He dissembled on the stage Our Brave
New World has come of age. Do as The One compels Or face that prison cell. And with the GITMO thugs conferred
with rights To soothe their freedom fighter’s plight, I saw leering smiles from Reverend Wright Today
bald eagles cried
They were crying, "my, my kiss your freedom goodbye." Stop your whining and
opining, Simply learn to comply. Pelosi’s goons will drain your bank account dry And singin’, "suck it up and take it in stride. "suck it up and take it in stride."
I saw the POTUS sans a clue So Orwellian his clever ruse: “We must act now without delay!” I went down to the corner bar Where I’d
often savored fine cigars, But smoking’s
banned, so I was turned away.
And no more salt, no butter, cream, No trans-fats, nothing fried – just steamed. We all know meat
is murder; Enjoy your tofu burger. I tried to tune my AM dial Where I’d listen in to Rush awhile, But the “Fairness” Doctrine’s now in style Dissent’s been placed on trial.
And they
were singing, "my, my kiss your freedom goodbye." Great Depression now in session, Lefty pundits
decry. Well, it’s romper room with all the libs running wild Singin’ “better throw more slop in
the sty. "better throw more slop in the sty."
They were singing, "my, my,
kiss your freedom goodbye." Lost my Hummer, what a bummer, Now the bus is my ride. Well, the party’s
over, yes The State will decide Singin’ “yes indeed The State will decide."
