3/10/10 - Curmudgeon Boy

More songs about the economy. Isn't that cheerful. I guess if you can't keep your sense of humor through utter and complete destitution, then when can you laugh?
Curmudgeon Boy is 41 year old Doug from New York, New York - so nice, they had to repeat it twice so deaf people could know they should stay away too. He is a political humorist (although from initial viewing, he does look like he's on the opposite side of the spectrum from me. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy his humor :)) This song is called, "Supply Side Serenade". Hope you enjoy:

Lyrics
I'm broke. I'm busted.
All I had combusted.
Dividends are moot
Got no golden parachute
Since I'm not too big to fail
There's no one left to bail me out
I bear the onus
For your tax-payer funded bonus.

I'm broke. Hocked my guitar.
Soon be living in my car
You might think it tactless
Shoulda put it in a mattress
Since I lost my pension
Wracked with apprehension
Something's smelling rank
Since we bought up all the banks.

Uncle Milti, why'd you deceive me?
My depression will be going on for years
Uncle Milt, Milti Friedman
All that's trickling down are my tears, my tears.

I'm busted. I'm broke.
It all went up in smoke.
Thanks to credit default swaps
Now I push a mop
Once was at the summit
Before it all did plummet
Deregulations fine
Buddy please spare me a dime.

Uncle Milti, why'd you deceive me?
My depression will be going on for years
Uncle Milt, Milti Friedman
All that's trickling down are my tears, my tears.