Dave Lippman
Dave Lippman - I Hate Wal-mart songtekst
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I've always hated Blockbuster Starbucks, not quite so much If I'm not boycotting at least 3 oil companies I start to feel out of touch I wouldn't be seen near Nordstrom's or any such And I hate Wal-Mart I don't like whips, I don't like chains I don't go choppin up my neighbors' brains Don't really even like shopping except at the Flea Mart And I hate Wal-Mart Now you may wonder, why all this fuss If you don't like the plane, take the bus Well I've found religion, and just between us I hate Wal-Mart If you didn't hear the story, here's how it is Big company sells below cost Drive mom and pop out of biz Pretty soon all over the land One big square store, identical brand And that's why I hate Wal-Mart Used to be you could drive around Stop in at three or four towns Encounter different sights and sounds Different if not unique Different accent, different smell Different things to buy and sell Now it's all Taco Bell I hate Wal-Mart Roads used to dip and wind You drive slow, relax your mind Never knew what you'd find Round the next bend Now the freeway goes so straight It'd go right past the Pearly Gate I don't feel human, I feel like freight I hate Wal-Mart I like to roam, I like to greet Individuals on the street You always know the one you meet is One of a kind But more and more they seem to be Reflections of something on TV When we're all alike, nobody's free I boycott Burger King I boycott Newt Gingrich I boycott everything which I've seen advertised I used to go out to dinner in a diner Now they say fast food is finer But it tastes like fell out of an airliner It's enough to make you weep I don't like board games I don't like brand names They make inflated claims They're full of bleep Everyone I meet is a high-tech dealer Wants to sell me a digital potato peeler And I don't like Garrison Keillor cause He's so white Turn on my radio dial Like to hear something new once in a while But it's the same old crap in a brand new style It's audio rape Still I try to pick and choose Turn the dial but I always lose They only play the worst rock and roll And once in a while one little rhythm and blues And that's why God made tape Used to be we wore beads and bells Sewed our own clothes in our own way Now we all wear uniforms that say Hard Rock Cafe We're in a state of sartorial decay That's why I hate Wal-Mart If there's a pretty spot they'll pave it over Put a cloverleaf over a four-leaf clover Black paint on the White Cliffs of Dover It never fails Hope you like this song, thanks a bunch I could go on, but I gotta go eat lunch If you didn't like it, I've got a hunch You work in sales So grow your own, make your own Be careful what you own Develop non-shopping to an art And whatever you do Don't shop at Wal-Mart