Money

Money


I am a citizen of the U.S.A.,
land of the buy one get one free,
home of car sales on presidents day,
and jobless lines in a red ink sea.

I am a citizen of the U.S.A.,
born and bred a red-neck yankee,
beyond these borders I will not stray,
for fear of foreign hanky-panky.

I am a citizen of the U.S.A.,
my paycheck is my identity,
for richer toys I constantly pray,
as I flirt with the debtor banshee.

I am a citizen of the U.S.A.,
my bank account: my guarantee,
my credit card will keep me in play,
my balance judges me bourgeoisie.

I am a citizen of the U.S.A.,
I know I am better than thee,
what care I if you all waste away?
those wads of dollars are here for me.

My job is my name,
my bank account is my honor,
my net balance is my word,
my faith is in the Almighty Dollar.