{microphone off}
Pull up a crate and sing along. Make up a couple of your own. After all, it's not like you have much else to do.

Pelosiville
(sung to the tune of "Margaritaville")

The boom, it was ending
So government spending
Was gonna keep us all from losing our homes.
That House Speaker witch
Pulled bait and switch
And piled on the pork right up to the Dome!

Wastin' away down here in Pelosiville
Hopin' to catch some government cheese
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
I know - her name is Pelosi!

I know the reason
She pulled off this fleecin' -
To pay back her pals and cronies and hacks.
But soon the deflation
Will engulf the nation
Now that's what I call a stab in the back.

Wastin' away down here in Pelosiville
Cardboard helps stave off the freeze.
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
I know - her name is Pelosi!

A bunch of us huddle
Near fires and puddles
Our jobs drying up and blowing away.
But thanks to Pelosi
The Porkulus will see
That more people join us every day!

Wastin' away down here in Pelosiville
She spent it all on condoms and trees.
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
I know - her name is Pelosi!




Stock Markets
(sung to the tune of "Short People")

Stock market's got no reason
Stock market's got no reason
Stock market's got no reason to rise!

It got dying banks and empty tanks
It's deathly 'fraid of Barney Frank
Bankruptcies and dividend cuts
A president that's a marxist putz

Can't buy the stock market
Don't buy the stock market
Won't buy the stock market down here.

Stock markets are made of people
Like you and me
(A fool such as me)
But not Obama and Geithner
Who think that we're all thieves
(It's a miserable world.)

Stock market's got no reason
Stock market's got no reason
Stock market's got no reason to live!

Drug companies are gonna get taxed.
Oil companies are gonna get whacked.
Car companies should be in the ground,
Union votes keep them around.
Killing coal with cap and trade
Confiscate every dime that's made.

No point in buyin' stocks around
Can't see me buyin' stocks around
Put dough in China, not around here!



Easy Pay
(sung to the tune of "Yesterday")

Easy Pay, real estate was a great game to play!
Now a lean-to is my hide away.
Oh, I believed in Easy Pay.

Suddenly, house is half of what it used to be
Underwater mortgage drowning me
Oh, Easy Pay died suddenly!

Why, I had to buy- it's no lie!
They forced me to!
I signed on the line
Now I'm staring at foreclosure too!

Easy Pay, monthly payment hit the roof today!
Trying to auction house on Ebay.
Oh, I believed in Easy Pay.
Ummm um um, um um um um.



The Voter
(sung to the tune of "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel)

I voted for Obama
Though my story's seldom told
I gave up critical thinking
For his pile of stupid useless campaign promises
All lies and jests
Still we all heard what we wanted to hear
And disregarded the rest.

When the economy started tanking
I thought, He's the one to save
Us from the destruction,
Our homes quickly falling,
We were running scared
Seeing him, cool and confident,
The truth we thought he knew
Now it turns out that he doesn't have a clue.

Lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies lies lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies!

Wishing but to stem the decline
We went looking to the Feds
But we got no solace
Just a bullshit stimulus from the whores in Congress there
Still there are times when you think those creeps
Are really on your side....
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...)

Lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies lies lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies!

Now, he's flying to Hawaii
And I'm wishing he'd stay gone
ANYWHERE!
So his cap and trade system won't be bleeding me
Dry, to heat my home!

I wish for last year's Obama
Giving all a big tax cut
Reaching out to his opponents
And cutting worthless programs which
Lobbyists had crammed down
To the feckless Congress's shame
Where is the campaign's Obama?
Ugh, the REAL Obama remains.

Lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies lies lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies!
Lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies!

Very Progressive, Comrade TV Set.

I need your help. Comrade ObamaMarx2008 posted a video for this song somewhere in The People's Blog and I started making a Cube version. Sadly, I ran out of inspiration. You seem to be the Comrade with the unrivaled song writing skills. There is a NEED for your services. The red lines need CHANGE and and the blue is new.

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way n***a, some real shit right here n***a
This'll be the realest shit you ever quote
Let's go!

My Commissar is Red, my Zil is too
and da same shit goz fo my People's Cube
My momma in da gulag, and daddy's layin' rail
I'm jus tryin' to weigh deez beets, anybody seen da scale?
My Commissar is Red, my Zil is too
and da same shit goz fo my People's Cube
My CEUs is light green & my shovel's light gray
and we be trollin' all night, now what da Mime juss say?
Let's go!


Today was a good day, Hope I have me a Change a'ight
I don't know what deez proles is diggin fo but dey diggin all night
Me, I see beets right, heavy as killa whales
I juss can't believe dis, who knew beets came in bales
who knew what came wit Thought Crime, who knew what came wit prison
we got da same opinions, fed to us by our politicians
Bush robbed all of us, so that makes him a criminal
Obama does the same thing, so that makes him a hero
I say and I boast, my 'quasion sum is zero
and I say zero cuz da Media says so
but my Comrades and 'ssars, I will email Pinkie
tell her to forward to Theo and CC Laika
Mr. Wealth Distributor, guess dat make him a savior
90 years in da gulag, 1 year off fo good behavior
when you die in da purges, your family will follow too
DDR is a Kamerad, SMO ain't found in no zoo
Catch me down at da Rancho, down on da Rio Grande
Talent shittin' birds got my Zil lookin' like candy
Watchin MSNBC, re-programmed by Nanners
Betinov in a Jar, we all dig Central Planners


(hook)


I said I woke up dis mornin, stimulus dis big
someone else paid my mortgage, someone else fed all my kids
someone bought all dey skool shooz, bought all dey skool clothze
for some strange reason I think Bruno's a homo
Love me some PTC, I'm addicted to Che Gourmet's
And if Stranglove's right we be HEIL'n da One today
An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love Bun, I'm forgivin you Pimp C
You know how the Pimp be, that n***a gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king
guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream
(hook)


Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a n***a won't go broke
Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can't go vote
So I spend doe, all these hoz is trippin
[HIGHLIGHT=#ffffff]She ain't bourgeois, honey's a proletarian [/HIGHLIGHT]
My president is black, rolls golden charms
22 inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms
when thousands of peoples is riled up to see you
that can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to feed so
gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
cause at the top will be the same place you hang from
no matter how big you can ever be
for whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity
for years there's be surprise horses in this stable
just two albums in, I'm the realest n***a on this label
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the 5000 dollar bill