Burn it up, Baby, like it’s never going to end, spend.
Use it up; borrow more than you lend.
It’s there for the taking, Eminent Domain.
Kill the heathen; let them take the blame.
For you are the superior race.
You can tell by your clothes and your fine taste face.
Let them grovel in their hovels while you rape them dry.
You deserve what you get and they deserve to die.
Other people’s money, other people’s time.
No scrimpin’ for you, for the thin, thin dime.
Saving’s for misers and hoarding to boot.
Their money’s soon parted and you don’t give a hoot.
So, go on wasting to the brink of the end.
You can’t take it with you, so why not spend?
And while you are at it, take your descendents down.
Who cares if they suffer, you won’t be around.
So burn it on both ends, burn while you can.
Devil take the hindmost and spend, Baby, spend.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull