On the next page you’ll find my version of Bobby "Boris" Pickett Monster Mash. The Monster Crash.
Halloween is only a few days away. It’s really a socialist event where the candy is spread around. Practice your door to door begging, for many Americans will be on an endless can drive trying to survive. If you’re employed and not sure of your job, stock up with canned food now. Barricade you doors and windows. I’m grabbing a can opener and I’m going to build a wall of canned food at the bathroom door. Then I’m turning off the lights and hiding in the bathroom under a blanket until Halloween has passed and the financial crisis is over. I’ll eat my way out one can at a time. Don’t worry, I’ll recycle the cans. I’ll put the recycle bin outside the bathroom window. Can I get TV reception in there? Anyone, anyone.
Credit to Bobby "Boris" Pickett for his great Halloween hit, Monster Mash.
Monster Crash Lyrics
Bush was working at his desk late one night
When his eyes beheld an eerie sight
For his monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to his surprise
It caused a crash
It caused a monster crash
A monster crash
It was a Wall Street smash
He caused the crash
It caught on in a flash
He caused the crash
He caused the monster crash
From deregulation in his White House seat
To the master plot-room where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came with their hands held out
To get money from the bailout
It caused a crash
It caused a monster crash
A monster crash
It was a Wall Street smash
It caused the crash
It caught on in a flash
It caused the crash
It caused the monster crash
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Greenspan
Bernanke and Paulson
The scene was rockin', all were begging for cash
Congress on chains, backed by a government stash
The coffin-bankers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "Please Keep Us Alive"
They got the cash
They got some monster cash
The monster cash
It was a Wall Street smash
They got the cash
It caught on in a flash
They got the cash
They got some monster cash
Out from his coffin, Mc's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my regulation twist?"
They still want cash
They still want monster cash
Want monster cash
To build a Wall Street stash
They want more cash
It's caught on in a flash
They want more cash
They want more monster cash
Now everything's cool, Mc's a part of the band
And the monster cash is the hit of the land
For you, the suffering, the cash’s not for you
When you’re kicked out your door, remember Bush caused it too
There'll be a crash
There’ll be a monster crash
A monster crash
You’ll lose your Wall Street stash
You’ll lose your stash
You’re money’s gone in a flash
You’ll lose your cash
You’ll lose all of your cash