Whistle stop no more this sunshine state
Canaveral travel launch crosses the sky
Arched like a hundred degree phallic fall in
The daylight of my back yard I see it falling
They say it is on the rise depends I guess
On where you stand and how observant
You happen as that rocket ship happens to
Pass from its launch pad up across the sky
From the vantage point of your own back
Yard in broad daylight let it rise let it ride
Whistle stop no more men been walking
Round on the moon and people begin by
Recording your phone connections auditing
Your accounts whether they are payable
Pre-committed and in the red or in the
Black at the billing office where the books
Cook up your interest added to the cost
Before the slap in the face with usurious
Interest rate piled on top of the cost-plus
Prepaid interest shipping freight taxes and
Miscellaneous... and if you are the immigrant
brown or blue or just the ordinary common
fool. Whistle stop... the wistle blows for you.
Hey you? let me see your ID.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.