CHRISTMAS TIME (At WalMart)
("Summertime", with apologies)
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It's Christ-mas time, and you bas-tards are luck-y
We've just e-nough mon-ey, and so lit-tle time;
The car-ols are fine, the tin-sel's just duck-y,
Your San-ta seems fun-ny … your tac-tics a crime.

Your cus-tom-er's cheap, he'll save eve-ry nick-el
And sal-vat-ions fick-le, but hope is hard-wired;
Dis-count-ing too what the pot calls the ket-tle,
We dig in our pock-et…black San-ta looks tired.

He talks to the kid-dies, see how he as-sures them
That their Christ-mas wish-es are safe if they tell;
Wish-ing for Christ-mas that he owned your busi-ness,
That he was in clo-ver … and you were in Hell.

Fair-ness seems hope-less, and jus-tice a rid-dle,
And eve-ry one's turn-ing to left or to right;
May Christ-mas morn find us safe in the mid-dle,
Full stock-ings for all and … for Wal-Mart, new light…

…Hush, Mist-er Rea-gan, sleep tight…

Lyrics © HANROD SYSTEMS, December, 2004