PLEASE DONT THROW ME OUT OF MY SHACK
Please don’t throw me out of my shack,
I’ve lost my house, I’m flat on my back.
My Cadillac’s hood’s got one big dent,
And this month’s salary’s almost spent.
Who’s responsible for this sorry mess?
I think Bernanke should confess.
The govie wants more but I make less.
It’s worse than living on watercress.
Who took my house and locked the door,
who said I could pay the bank for sure?
Who made me black and blue and sore,
from listening to inflation’s roar?
Now give me back that house of mine,
I don’t like standing in this soup line,
now give me back that wife of mine
she’s got as skinny as a fork’s tine.
The kids have run off to make a buck.
They wished the old man a lot of luck.
They said if it rains learn how to duck.
If it starts to pour buy a truck.
On what you ask? My credit is lame.
Haven’t got a wife, not even a dame.
My honor is in the hall of flame.
Believe me, bankers, I hate your game.
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