Scoundrels and rascals All decked out in pastels And Brooks Brothers suits With cufflinks to boot And five hundred dollars ties Thinking that makes them wise; Just one of the rich guys And nobody to question them, Never harrumph or an ahem Because they are above it all, No boring trips to the mall They depend on their buyers And other expensive liars To tell them how cheap it is To engage in this dressing biz, For them to buy for the guy And never ask why so high.
After all, it’s Armani, not Guess So why should they confess That they are smarter than him The guy they work for is so dim He pays whatever they say. After all, he can afford to pay. Even the water his maid gets Is so high quality, one forgets It is only hydrogen and oxygen Not something created by men; Probably bottled from the tap. He never knows he is a sap That falls for the television ads. He will die completely glad.
It is so ****-hardening for him To sup in restaurants so dim He hardly notices how small The costly portions are at all. He lets them uncork the wine And brays about how fine The taste and the vintage, Not caring the damage It does to his Diner’s card. This kind of life is not hard. Plus he gets to go tomorrow And wreak more sorrow on Constituents and other peons And wreak his own opinion Even though he is but a minion Doing exactly what he is told. As long as he rakes in the gold.
Later, a bit under the influence He'll revel in the confluence Of a lack of conscience, and Socially accepted concupiscence At an appropriate gathering Where there is a smattering Of propriety and morality That allows rented geniality And permits him to rise up And drink too many cups While he beats his chest Just like all of the rest And call for the dancers To come and surrender To their oh-so rightful rapine That won’t make the magazines.
You go to church on Sunday And then you've done your part. Instead of saying “I hate that ***** You just say “Bless her heart.” Monday starts the week anew With dog-eat-dog intention. Live and let live and the like Seldom rates a mention.
Help the poor and needy Doesn't pull too much weight When measuring by dollar signs To decide what is truly great. The Bible verses get changed: “Do unto others” is rewritten To “Do what we can get by with.” Thus is the common man smitten.
So you allow the Congress To do whatever they want: Outlaw our rights and rob us, Laugh at us and then flaunt That nobody can touch them As they bleed the land dry. We're just to bless their hearts While the watch us slowly die.
We can keep on pretending That everything is just, Then go to church on Sunday And brag about “In God we trust”, Or we could wake the hell up And start to participate In what used to be our country Right now before it's too late.
But that would mean standing up And not just going along And not following on party lines Not singing the downtrodden song. It means questioning our leaders, But, you see, right there is the rub. If we stop ourselves from being robbed We can't belong to the Hypocrite Club.