I boycott Burger King
I boycott Newt Gingrich
I boycott everything
That I've seen advertised
Turn on my radio dial
Like to hear something new once in a while
Same old crap, in a brand new style
It's audio rape
So I try to pick and choose
Turn the dial but I always lose
They only play the worst rock and roll
and if you're lucky maybe once in a while a little blues
And that's why God made tape

(The Times They Are A-Changin)
Come gather round people wherever you advertise
And admit that the sixties sells Chryslers and fries
And accept it that money don't talk, it just lies
If your bottom line is worth savin
Then you better start skimmin all the anthems we've known
For the stocks, they are exchangin

Songs that sell soap and sell cars and sell lifestyles
Anthems of freedom now corporate sieg heils
Songs that bring back all those sweet memories
Thanks, Mitsubishi, and who needs trees?

There's terrorists out in the jungle
They're shooting our kids up with dope
They want to destroy our democracy
They have no respect for our Pope
These Maoist voodoo drug barons
Are directed from a Cuban think tank
We'll root them out and restore pluralism
A choice between the IMF and the World Bank

You take the issues out, you put emotions in
You take yourself out of the loop
And you doctor up a spin
You do some mumbo-jumbo and you turn your views around
That's what it's all about

We need sugar and cotton
Cheap labor, diamonds and oil
The people down there must learn how to share
The things we find in their soil
The peasants there say they want their share
Of all the wealth they produce
Well I believe in democracy
But that's getting a little bit loose

Take me out to the clearcut, take me out and be proud
Show me a desert where tall trees once stood
And I'll show you a Mexican mill full of wood
And it's root, root, root for the hoot owl
They'll be better off down at the zoo
And it's one clearcut and we're out
In the chain saw game

GOIN TO HELL
I commute and pollute in the rat race
I live too well, I take up too much space
I buy the right stuff and put it in the wrong place
I'm goin to hell in any case

I got the nerve to talk about the timber raper
When I don't even use both sides of the toilet paper
I failed to foresee the S & L caper
I'll go to S & L hell

STINKIN BLINKIN SINKIN
They're tearin down the woods to suck up the wealth
Tearin down the right to the national health
Puttin up condos in the wilderness
If it's a matter of money they Just Say Yes

There's a hole in the sky but they say you can't prove it
No profit in ozone so they just remove it
Is the planet heating up, well maybe it's so
But in a free market no zone can Just Say No

HAVE I LEFT ANYTHING OUT?
(A futuristic fantasy)
Every evenin at six o'clock
The whole town will walk around the square
No rival factions, no big attractions
The people will be the reason to be there
In the outlyin districts there'll be music everywhere
No one will feel out of it unless they really want to
There'll be no commercially-inspired loneliness to haunt you

Entrance to places of entertainment will be free
So you can wander in and out and dig new sounds
All this will come to be because
Entertainers will be on salary
But they gotta clean up their own coffee grounds!

What about those people on the freeway who pass and cut in
At the instant before they hit their turnoff
I don't know if they're greedy or stupid
But they ain't got all their cups in the cupboard
And one or two of those cups musta usta been full of Smirnoff

ROY JORDAN AND ED MORGAN
Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan were two good old boys from my home town
They were good boys, not so old boys
You really couldn't say they'd been around
When it came to race, creed, color, gender orientation and
endangered species
I guess you could say they hadn't really made the scene
In fact they were liable to escort you to the edge of town
For wearin the wrong color jeans
So one night down at the bar if you chance to meet a man
Who's fit to be fenced
Tell em you're married to a Black Jewish Puerto Rican
And see if they can figure out which part they're against

HAMBURGER HILL
I would've bought American, if I could've bought at all
But as falls General Motors, so the country falls
And now I see, it falls on you and me
Guess I'll go plant zucchini
That's the only green I'm gonna see

THANK YOU
Sometimes I feel like I'm a voice in the wilderness
Sometimes I feel like I'm a voice full of cliches
Sometimes I feel like I don't know if I'm coming or going
And I'm right
Sometimes I know which way the wind is blowin
And I can duck
Why am I so lucky and why is it all bad luck

I HATE TO BRING IT UP
From the Susquehanna to the Mississippi
The coal and steel and automobiles are dyin
From Davenport to Denver, the farms are broke
And the Senators and lawyers all are lying, lying

TRULY NEEDY
There's something rather charming
About Harlem and Detroit
Besides, without the ghettoes
Who would we exploit?

George Shrub's U.S. History Rap-Up

Sing a Song of Sweatshops

The Sport Futility Vehicle Tango

I Wonder Who's
Kissinger Now

Megs and All

George Shrub's Double-Dealing Arms for Ayatollahs Cash for Contras Scam Caper Crisis Affair RAP-UP
(1988)