BUDDY, CAN YOU SPARE A TRILLION DOLLARS?

words and music
​copyright © 2008
by Roy Zimmerman

Well, it ain’t just hype
Times is tough
I’m cryin’ and wipin’ my nose on my cuff
And I stand out on the corner with my hand out in the cold
Buddy, can you spare a trillion dollars?

Well, I’m feelin’ the pain
Head to my feet
From Wall Street to Main Street to Sesame Street
And I'm flat out on the sidewalk with my hat out in the snow
Buddy, can you spare a trillion dollars?

There’s the kind of bailout where you bail your friends from jail out
And go with them to dig up the loot
And the kind of bailout where you send a bail of mail out just to get a vote

And there’s the kind of bailout where your plane has spun its tail out
And you need a golden parachute

Or the bailout where you’re bailing out a boat
A great big allegorical boat
You got trapped in while the captain napped an' now somehow it don't float

(Whistling solo)
That’s the ghost of Herbert Hoover.

Don’t mean to whine
I mean to mourn
‘Cause now I owe China my first born’s first born
As I walk up every street in town in hock up to my neck

Sayin’ Buddy...Hey Buddy
Anybody, can you spare a trillion dollars?

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