I've got the NuCur Blues.
My money's all been spent.
My APR's way up,
And I don't know where it's went
Was promised a shiny new life,
Rolling smooth and so carefree.
But this dog's got me down.
To a place I don't wanna be.
They promised me a low cost life,
With pleasure like in my dreams.
Now I must pay the bills,
And my credit card's bursting at its seams.
How can I break free from this Cur,
This flea-bitten old hound?
Why, buy another new dog my dear,
And get ready for another round,
Of the NuCur Blues.
Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull