LITTLE PINK SUBPRIME HOUSES

LITTLE PINK SUBPRIME HOUSES
(to the melody of Pink Houses by
John Cougar Mellencamp)


Theres a black man with a black cat
Living in a redline neighbourhood
Hes got an interstate runnin through his front yard
You know, he thinks, negative equities good
And theres a woman in the kitchen cleanin up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says: hey darling, I think this interest rates over the top!

Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were somethin to see baby
Aint that america, home of the subprime disease
Little pink houses for you and me

Well theres a young man in a t-shirt
Listening to Greedspan shoot the breeze
Hes got a greasy hair, greasy smile
He says: lord, Lehman must be my destination
cuz they told me, when I was younger
Boy, youre gonna work in a wall street bank
But just like CDOs, those crazy old dreams
Just kinda came and went

Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were something to see baby
Aint that america, home of the SEC
Little pink houses for you and me

Well theres bankers and more brokers
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation out at the Hamptons, oh no!
Ohhh yeah
And theres winners, and theres losers
But they aint no big deal
cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills,
The pills and the bills that kill

Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were somethin to see baby
Aint that america, home of the bailout and risk free real estate dream
Little pink houses for you and me

Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were somethin to see baby
Aint that america, home of investment banker greed
Little pink houses for you and me