Mount a mountain bike and lose the paunch It's time for the crunchy yuppie hyperlaunch We'll live the life out of magazines Capped grins and skins made of plasticene
Panacea of IKEA, answered prayer of Crate & Barrel Wearing thermals dyed in earthtones from American Apparel We'll both erase our carbon footprints, promise me that when I die You'll bury me beneath the mountain at the flagship REI
The thing that makes me nervous is if Health and Human Services Can't finance us to pay our rent on this condo or subsequent If it's we must starve and suffer for the welfare of another We'll be noble in our losses, come on, nail us to our crosses!
We'll both worship our espresso maker and our pressure cooker We'll paint our condo's spackled walls red as the lipstick of a hooker Every endeavor goes our way as if by heaven's fortune kissed We even got our little rescue cat a psychotherapist
Any small dream we might have had we put aside to pay our bills Because to be another zombie on the march is what fulfills If we'd persisted chasing all our foolish dreams we might have missed All of the manifold rewards of the Compassionate Capitalist!