The problem with history is that everyone who knows anything about it first hand is dead. — Dave Barry
We all live in million dollar homes With mortgages to match, When we learned that they were worth much less We found there was a catch — We had borrowed all we could To buy that mansion by the sea, Now we’re living in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
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Since that mansion was a hundred miles From where we earned our pay Now we live our lives in traffic jams For four hours every day — So we borrowed all we could To buy that monster SUV, Now we’re driving in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
By the time we’d driven home We were all wound up like a kite So we went back to the store For toys to make our lives seem bright — And we borrowed all we could To buy that sixty inch TV, That we’re watching in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
But the news on that TV was bad — Iraq, Afghanistan — We decided we’d prefer The entertainment in a can — So we borrowed even more To play those Hi-Def DVDs, We’re escaping in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
There was something going wrong, we knew The mainstream press was mum, And we knew we’d have to go online To find out what’s to come — We went deeper into hock To buy a Pentium PC, Now we’re blogging in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
And we learned of CDSs**, Freddie Mac and AIG Fannie Mae and Lehman Brothers, Plus Bear Stearns’ ABCP** — We had borrowed all we had For “leveraged fixed annuities” And investing in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
Now they print two trillion dollars “To create liquidity” So the bankrupt banks can pass it on To spend by you and me — So we’ll buy more we cannot afford For “Our Economy”, Though we’re living in the sorry State of High Anxiety.
Doesn’t help to know the government’s As broke as you and me, And we’ve bet it all on bailout plans By Paulson*-Bernancke; With a 14 trillion dollar debt It’s obvious to see We are trapped within the sorry State of High Anxiety.
We cease to buy, the markets crash, Our savings, jobs are gone, Our pension plans are worthless, A “For sale” sign’s on the lawn — When you live beyond your means Without sustainability You’ll live forever in the State of High Anxiety.
To live with less, to make your own Within community — Not glamorous I must admit, But it can set you free — A better way to live and work In peace and harmony, A self-sufficient way With no more High Anxiety.
* Once Obama takes office in 2009, replace with “Geithner-Barnancke”. The other lyrics remain, alas, unchanged. ** CDSs = credit-default swaps, all $70T of them, unregulated; ABCP = asset-backed commercial paper, the junk that started the collapse. Image: The always-brilliant Charles Barsotti in the New Yorker.
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