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December 13, 2011

For My Friends On Mellon Green

Ladies and Gentlemen, Garfunkel and Oates and Al:



The lyrics, (in the event you're keeping score at home):
Everyone knows these times are really tough
And we need to band together say we've had enough.
All the jobless people need to learn to be content
Cause what we need to do is protect our one percent.

Save the rich.
Let them know you care.
Don't them leave to languish
In their penthouse of despair.

Save the rich.
Let their bonuses be swollen
And let them keep it all tax free
Even if it's stolen.

Save the rich.
Let's give our job creators
More than their fare share
So they can go to Asia
And create jobs over there.

There's loopholes and exemptions
And children to exploit.
So give them special tax breaks
Who cares about Detroit?

And those who don't create jobs
Really need help, too.
Cause without their 7th home
How will they make it through?

It's not time for complaining
Not the time for class war.
It's time sacrifice yourself
To give them more and more and more
And more and more and more.

Save the rich.
America's built on corporate greed.
It's not Wall Street's fault
If you can't get what you need.

Save the rich.
Don't go crying to mommy
Cause if you don't agree
Then you're socialist commie.

Save the rich.
Blame yourself for your problems
Not the bad economy.
So what if those who have the most
Are the ones who put it in jeopardy?

Forget your student loans.
Screw your kids and their health care.
It'll only take 10,000 of your jobs
To put another private jet in the air.

Save the rich.
It's so easy to do.
Just let yourself be ignorant
To what's been done to you.

Save the rich.
By doing nothing at all.
Deny all sense and logic
And just think really small.
You should think really small
Or just don't think at all.

Save the rich.
Occupy.

3 comments:

Heir to the Throne said...

Reminds me of this.
Mony Python - Buying A Bed

And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon Pittsburgh's Mellon Green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Pittsburgh's pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Pittsburgh's Mellon green & pleasant Land

Vannevar said...

this is excellent thanks for posting it. Cheers, V.

EdHeath said...

Clever, HTTT, full marks for adaptation. The line about dark Satanic Mills is a sort of happy accident.

I would suggest trying to work Pittsburgh Mills in, but the steel mills are much more iconic Pittsburgh.