I Hate Wal-mart by Dave Lippman
I Hate Wal-mart lyrics
I've always hated Blockbuster
Starbucks, not quite so much
If I'm not boycotting at least 3 oil companies
I start to feel out of touch
I wouldn't be seen near Nordstrom's or any such
And I hate Wal-Mart
I don't like whips, I don't like chains
I don't go choppin up my neighbors' brains
Don't really even like shopping
except at the Flea Mart
And I hate Wal-Mart
Now you may wonder, why all this fuss
If you don't like the plane, take the bus
Well I've found religion, and just between us
I hate Wal-Mart
If you didn't hear the story, here's how it is
Big company sells below cost
Drive mom and pop out of biz
Pretty soon all over the land
One big square store, identical brand
And that's why I hate Wal-Mart
Used to be you could drive around
Stop in at three or four towns
Encounter different sights and sounds
Different if not unique
Different accent, different smell
Different things to buy and sell
Now it's all Taco Bell
I hate Wal-Mart
Roads used to dip and wind
You drive slow, relax your mind
Never knew what you'd find
Round the next bend
Now the freeway goes so straight
It'd go right past the Pearly Gate
I don't feel human, I feel like freight
I hate Wal-Mart
I like to roam, I like to greet
Individuals on the street
You always know the one you meet is
One of a kind
But more and more they seem to be
Reflections of something on TV
When we're all alike, nobody's free
I hate Wal-Mart
I boycott Burger King
I boycott Newt Gingrich
I boycott everything which
I've seen advertised
I used to go out to dinner in a diner
Now they say fast food is finer
But it tastes like fell out of an airliner
It's enough to make you weep
I don't like board games
I don't like brand names
They make inflated claims
They're full of bleep
Everyone I meet is a high-tech dealer
Wants to sell me a digital potato peeler
And I don't like Garrison Keillor cause
He's so white
Turn on my radio dial
Like to hear something new once in a while
But it's the same old crap in a brand new style
It's audio rape
Still I try to pick and choose
Turn the dial but I always lose
They only play the worst rock and roll
And once in a while one little rhythm and blues
And that's why God made tape
Used to be we wore beads and bells
Sewed our own clothes in our own way
Now we all wear uniforms that say
Hard Rock Cafe
We're in a state of sartorial decay
That's why I hate Wal-Mart
If there's a pretty spot they'll pave it over
Put a cloverleaf over a four-leaf clover
Black paint on the White Cliffs of Dover
It never fails
Hope you like this song, thanks a bunch
I could go on, but I gotta go eat lunch
If you didn't like it, I've got a hunch
You work in sales
So grow your own, make your own
Be careful what you own
Develop non-shopping to an art
And whatever you do
Don't shop at Wal-Mart
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