We buy the morning paper we read the sports and artsWe avoid the front page and the business section breaks our heartsThe obits are of interest since soon well have to goBut whats unreal is the real estate its a real horror showTheres no way we can sell our house now so well have to stayYou cant up and walk out on meAnd I cant run awayWe vowed in sickness and in healthThat means good times and badLets hold on to each otherAnd the happiness we hadOur bed should be a lifeboat now not a battlefieldLets not give up lets just give in lets not stop lets just yieldForgive me dear for saying soPlease dont think Im a louseBut maybe its a good thing we cant sell our houseSuppose we found a buyer we could go our separate waysAnd consider all our time together just a passing phaseBut we would lose each other dear and Im afraid wed findIt was the best part of ourselves that we had left behindI bought this house 8 years ago you made this place our homeWe loved and fought and laughed and cried tears in our eyes have shoneOur house has lost some value due to this hard timeBut selling it and splitting up would be the greatest crimeWe had our share of heartache before these times got toughThe roads been a bit bumpy and the ride a little roughDeath will part us one day in lifes game of cat and mouseTill then lets stay together no we cant sell our houseWere in for the long run now Im speaking as your spouseOur happiness is here at homeWe cant sell our house

Everybodys scared everybodys nervous everybody feelin uptightNobody knows when the hammers comin downMight be today tomorrow or tonightEverybodys talkin bout 192980 long years agoIn the 70s we waited for gas on a lineMan that seems like next to nothin now you knowBought myself a house over in the valleyThought I had a money makin machineCant sell the place now Im in a dark alleyLivin the American dreamYou know that job I always said that I hatedWell yesterday they gave me the sackLovin your work is so damn overratedI sure wish to God I had that job backCheck out the illegals standin on the cornerWatchin all the cars go byLord they used to look bored but now theyre lookin hungryYou can see the desperation in their eyesI guess youre glad you got yourself a college educationThat oughta come in handy one dayWhy I just read about a guy robbed a fillin stationOn account of college loans he had to pay (back)Its pretty bad here but its really bad thereAnd in Iceland theres a riot goin onIn L.A. theyre shuttin down the DMV on FridayNow the weekend feels a little too longYou got depression and recessionInflation and deflationLord it messin with my heart and soul and brainsIm sick of all the stimulation I need a long vacationIll take along a book by Maynard KeynesGrandma used to tell us how she lived through the depressionAnd the best way out is always right throughBut she was mean and crazy just a nasty old ladyStay in bed thats what Im gonna do

What this country is comin toSome would like to knowIf they dont do something by and byThe rich will live and the poor will dieDoggone I mean the panic is onCant get no work cant draw no payThings are gettin worser each and every dayNothin to eat no place to sleepAll night long folks are walkin the streetDoggone I mean the panic is onSaw a man this morning walking down the streetNo shoes on his feetYou oughta seen the women in their flatsYou could hear em sayin what kind of man is that?Doggone I mean the panic is onAll them landlords done raised the rentFolks are gettin broken and theyre badly bentWhere they get the dough from goodness knowsBut if they dont produce it in the street they goDoggone I mean the panic is onSome play numbers some read your mindSome got rackets of all kindsSome are trimmin corns off of peoples feetThey got to do something just to make ends meetDoggone I mean the panic is onSome women sellin apples some sellin pieSellin gin whiskey and ryeSome are sellin socks to support their manIn fact some sellin everything they canDoggone I mean the panic is onIve pawned my clothes Ive pawned my everythingPawned my jewlery my watch and ringPawned my razor but not my gunIf luck dont change theyll be some stealin doneDoggone I mean the panic is onOld prohibitions ruined everythingThat is why I must singHeres one thing I want you all to hearIf they dont bring back light wine gin and beerDoggone the panic will be on

I read the NY Times its where I get my newsPaul Krugmans on the op-ed page thats where I get the bluesCause Paul always tells it like it is we get it blow by blowKrugmans got the Nobel prize so Krugman ought to knowWhen Paul goes on The News Hour to talk to old Jim LehrerHe looks so sad and crestfallen its more than I can bearAnd all the other experts all seem way off baseAnd I guess that I identify with that pissed off look on Pauls faceWhen Paul gets really bummed out thats when I get scaredBut if Paul says theres a glint of hope I feel weve all been sparedSometimes when hes on the TV in the background you can spot his school logoKrugman teaches at Princeton you so Krugman ought to knowHes got that hang dog look about him Pauls one unhappy pupKrugman looks so downtrodden I wish hed lighten upAnd I know he wants to clue us in about all our impending doomBut I got The Krugman Blues from all Pauls gloomOnce I saw Krugman on a train Amtrackin to DCI recognized his sad face cause I seen it on the TVHe looked up from his laptop when I said Hello PaulThen I said Keep up all the good work PaulYou bring me down but way to go Paul!

Tell me who you gonna be on Halloween?A witch or a pirate? A gypsy or a clown?Hows about a zombie fresh out of the ground?For Halloween last year I was a kingHad a sceptre a crown ermine robe ruby ringThen in December everything tankedMy entire portfolio and all that Id banked onLost the mansion the yacht the wife and the wealthIt all went up in smoke including my healthInsurance? Forget it lost that with the jobWhat I need is a gun now and a bank I can robI was a king but my kingdoms destroyedIll be dillinger this year or pretty boy Floyd1031 Time to make the big sceneWho you gonna be on Halloween?The mummy? The werewolf? Hows about Shreck?Frankensteins creature with a bolt in your neck?Maybe this year I can be a bumBuddy spare me a dime a crust or a crumbSome smart lucky fat cats got out of the jamBernies in prison but Greenspans on the lambMy favorite get up when I was a teenWas to dress down like a hobo on HalloweenId black out a few teeth charcoal in a beardAnd pretend to have nothingBe forgotten and fearedYou know a bum is someone thats not so bad to beIn a sense somewhat honest and to some extent freeCarve out a pumpkin make a big sceneWho you gonna be on Halloween?Vampires are sexy this year theyre inBut bein the friendly ghost aint no sinNow its trick or treatin time just as sure as your bornThe kids are gonna want a lot of candy cornBoys down on Wall St. will be up to their tricksCause theres always a way to put in the fixBlack cats cobwebs bats HalloweenJust about time to make the scary sceneBut the scariest monster wont be at your doorHes on CNBC where theres real blood and goreYou better turn off your TV hide under your bedIts mad moneys Jim Cramer and hes back from the dead

Into this pitch darkness were hurledWhere theres not a glimmer of lightIts not the end of the worldIts just the middle of the nightAnd the blackest of flags is unfurledIn all this absence of lightIts not the end of the world good peopleMerely the middle of the nightThe middle of the night thats what this isIf death is the real test this is just a quizWhen grey creeps through your window it will be day lightThe end of this darkness is almost in sightInto a ball of fear you are curledAnd youre holding on with all of your mightBut its not the end of the world little sisterIts just the middle of the nightIn the maelstrom of your mind you are swirledYoure almost down the drain but not quiteIts not the end of the world my brotherRather the middle of the nightThe middle of the night when you fear everythingBut the birds will awake soon you will hear them singYou doubted youd make it not sure youd surviveNow youre dead tired youre still aliveAround fates fickle finger were twirledSmall wonder were all so up tightBut its not the end of the world good peopleMerely the middle of the nightNo its not the end of the world as we know itIts just the middle of the night

Cash for clunkers heal that economyBuy an Envoy Yukon or SierraCash for clunkers bail out GMCCash for clunkers put the pedal to the metalGet cash for clunkers cause time is running outSmell that new car smell and suddenly its springtimeCash for clunkers hope is what its all aboutYour old shorts is just a heap a rattletrap thats certainGod knows whats beneath the seats never mind the hoodAnd your local dealership these days those boys are hurtinSo unload that ancient mode of transport do a world of goodCash for clunkers who came up with that one?Cash for clunkers kinda has a catchy ringWas it Geitner or Bernanke maybe Larry Summers?Cash for clunkers 3 words I love to sing!Cash for clunkers you can shout it from the rooftopsCash for clunkers you can sing it night and dayBuy my song my friend and put it on your iPodCash for clunkers you can save the USAMy rusting Volvo died its parked and sinking in my back yardJust an ugly installation sore to each and every eyeWell pump up the 4 flat tires on that Swedish puppyWell tow it to Toyota buy a Prius by and byCash for clunkers more than just a gimmickCash for clunkers now we got a planIts hard to wrap your head around that health care coverage thingBut cash for clunkers you can kinda understand!Cash for clunkers get rid of that jalopyCash for clunkers junk that piece of junkStash your contraband and your wifes dead bodyCash for clunkers load and lock em in the trunk

Got a ukulele now Im not a fraidyCat in case I get a bout of bluesIn the event I get emTheres no way that Ill let emBring me down no way Ill just refuse (believe me)Cause a ukuleles like a little babyYou cradle it in your arms and you singA lullaby or dittyWhen youre feeling sh*ttyIt will cheer you upIts just the thingLife should be bright and breezyWinds could be light and easyTheres nothing hard or heavy bout a ukeI dont play bull fiddleNo mystery no riddleSchleppin that thing you look like a kook4 strings made of nylonAlways put a smile onAnybodys face whos feelin blueWhen your mind starts slumminStart a little strummin on your ukeAnd youre gonna feel brand new (you gotta believe me)Even though its raininQuit all your complaininYour roofs not leakin nothins gettin inThis axe is a hatchet theres magic you can catch itOn your uke you cant lose you just winLife should be bright and breezyWinds could be light and easyTheres nothin hard or heavy bout a ukeI dont play the tuba tubas do it to yaJust the thought of tubas makes me pukeKind sirs and gentle ladies grab your ukulelesI suspect by now you know my songAnd the next time that I do itGet down and get into itI trust you all will sing and strum along (you gotta believe me)

Yeah and they tell me life is shortIn the blink of an eye we come and dieKeep it in mind that life is warStay grounded fly and soarAlways know what you fighting forAging fast gotta pave a pathAnd go figure out what my life is forQuick-witted and everyday I gotta switch lanesFuck race no pigment I got thick skin making big wavesPositive being positive is my legacyPray for me or make way for meBecause Im setting out to go change the Earth and I just mayMy life is was I call itAnd I call it successfulNow everybody wanna eyeball itLike How the fuck he do that though?Take pride in your every actionEveryday of my life is workAnd they tell me that time is moneyBut only I know what that time is worthEven if the sky was falling downDown down downEven if the sky was falling well Im not falling downI stand tall through it all Ive risked too muchTo just give up now Im pushing on throughYeah yeah yeah yeahSure as the tide rolls in at nightIll still be here at the end of days screaming at the skyLet the fire consume and cleanse whats before meBehold Ill build my empire before the ashes hit the groundLife inside a piece of paper live it through my pen and padLead inside my pencil like the hammer on my pistol backThere aint no hitting back life it aint no tennis matchAll over the net but that aint where I do business atFace to face with adversity and intimidationThis is real this is raw aint no imitationNo limitations aint a ceiling in sightThere aint no rules or regulations either yield or you fightJust take a look at where I been thats some appealing adviceCause you can build until it falls or keep it real and you riseEven if the sky was falling downDown down downEven if the sky was falling well Im not falling downI stand tall through it all Ive risked too muchTo just give up now Im pushing on throughYeah yeah yeah yeahSure as the tide rolls in at nightIll still be here at the end of days screaming at the skyLet the fire consume and cleanse whats before meBehold Ill build my empire before the ashes hit the groundSure as the tide rolls in at nightIll still be here at the end of days screaming at the skyLet the fires consume and cleanse whats before meBehold Ill build my empire before the ashes hit the groundSure as the tide rolls in at nightIll still be here at the end of days screaming at the skyLet the fire consume and cleanse whats before meBehold Ill build my empire before the ashes hit the ground

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Q: On to Victory Mr. Roosevelt

All hail to Mr. Roosevelt youre the hero of the hourWe sent you on to Washington bestowed on you full powerThis country is a vast domain its the finest spot on earthWeve worked and struggled fought and won every conflict since our birthOn to victory Mr. Roosevelt youll need one mighty strongAnd now that youre our president we know it wont be longTill folks are happy once again singin this glad songMr. Roosevelt were back of you 120 million strongSo cut expense tear down the fence between supply demandPut folks to work dont let them shirk let farmers keep their landThey dont need cash to cut a dash theres faith in those we trustSo when they say that they will pay they will not go and bustOn to victory Mr. Roosevelt well need one mighty strongAnd now that youre our president we know it wont be longTill folks are happy once again singin this glad songMr. Roosevelt were back of you 120 million strongSo onward noble president we pledge our faith in youCause when we see your smiling face we never can be blueSo smile and pray work hard each day and soon things will be brightThe sun will shine well all feel fine everything will turn out rightOn to victory Mr. Roosevelt well need one mighty strongAnd now that youre our president we know it wont be longTill folks are happy once again singin this glad songMr. Roosevelt were back of you 120 million strongLets look into the future now many years from todayTherell be another president to help us find our wayA younger man with darker skin will then be called uponAnd history will repeat itself and folks will sing this songOn to victory Mr. Obama well need one mighty strongAnd now that youre our president we know it wont be longTill folks are happy once again singin this glad songMr. Obama were back of you 300 million strong

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Too much time Too much space Looking for the truth Mountains you have had to climb Valleys you've been through I don't know about where you've been or where you going to I will get lost with you Oh Father, don't you worry I'll never let you down Oh Mother, when you need me I'll always be around Sis ...

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