Intro: Up on the East side of Manhattan, They’re still dancing with the stars. While over in sub prime city, It’s getting angry in the local bars Watching the news only gives me the blues There’s too much goin’ wrong. It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key and write a high speed drinking song. Millionaires losing everything. Hey, welcome to the other side of life! There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls, But, you get to keep your wife! And don’t forget the automakers swimming up stream like a trout. They let the shi* hit the fan and then they made a plan We’ve got a lot to drink about. It’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils. Where’s your bucket for the big bailout? Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, We’ve got a lot to drink about. Now, Madoff made off with all the money. Now his clients are down to skunk weed. Repeat after me, it’s so easy to see We’re only talking simple greed. And those Somalian pirates are countin’ all the gold. While Bush and Cheney ain’t around and all the good lookers seem to be Czech hookers from Key West to London town. It’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils. Where’s your bucket for the big bailout? Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, We’ve got a lot to drink about. So pour me some Tennessee whiskey, pour me a fine Jamaican rum. That loud mouth soup gets me kind of looped Tequila, of course I’ll have some! Now the family devalues and little children count their net worth and the truth wherever it’s hidin’, can’t be found on Google Earth. Citibank’s buying jets with our money. I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip. I hope Obama and Joe won’t let the volcano blow and patch the hole in our sinkin’ ship. It’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils. Where’s your bucket for the big bailout? Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, We’ve got a lot to drink about. Recession, Depression, the question good God CNN keeps bummin’ me out. I can’t take another dooms day moment. We got a lot to drink, a lot to think, a lot to drink about.