Dave Lippman has a song called "I Hate Wal-Mart."-Joe Offer-

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I HATE WAL-MART
(Dave Lippman)

I've always hated Blockbuster, Starbucks, not quite so much.
If I'm not boycotting at least three 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 hate Wal-Mart.

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 Café".
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.