I recall a fellow at a local folk club singing this song, and I'd like to find the composer. These lyrics may not be strictly accurate, but I sing them like this:


There's a whole lotta women, there's a whole lotta guys,
Get a pocket full of money, makes their blood pressure rise,
Do they go downtown to spend all their dough
People let me tell you where they want to go
They go to the mall, the big old shopping mall
It makes that downtown business crawl, that big old shopping mall.

They got central air, they got central heat
You can go upstairs without moving your feet
You can pay for it now, you can pay for it later
You can go for a ride on a 'lectric escalator
Down at the mall, the big old shopping mall
It makes that downtown business crawl, that big old shopping mall.

Let me spell it for you
M is for massive
A big one
U know it
L...that spells mall...mall, mall, mall
Down at the mall, the big old shopping mall
It makes that downtown business crawl,
They've got a million parking stalls
You've seen one, you've seem 'em all,
That big old shopping mall.