Talking N.p.r. Blues Lyrics

I turned on my radio and spun the dial
I thought I'd listen to some news for a while
I grabbed the knob spun it around
Got NPR here's what I found

Real news? Hardly a trace
Just one damn marathon marketplace
The NASDAQ up the Dow's in the cellar
NPR's sold out to Rockefeller

Hostile take-over, real hostile

Well I hear all about the anti-trust
And all the day traders who bit the dust
Mergers, buy-outs and aquisitions
Low-down crooks in high positions

Wheelers, dealers and CEO's
Fired and paid off through the nose
Buying yachts and fancy homes
With the bail out money from the savings and loans

And I get pissed, off that is

It's dot com this and dot com that
And the underwriters are getting fat
On airwaves stole from you and me By a bunch of thieves called the FCC

They don't give a damn what we want or need
They've all caved in to corporate greed
And sold us out to the ruling class
The whole damn bunch can dot my com

This is a family show folks, FCC says watch your language
English, what's yours?

I got tired of being treated like a veg
So I called up the station and cancelled my pledge
And in a mighty act of liberation
Sent the money off to my community station

I said I love you, but if you blow it
I'll sure as hell let you know it
I'll knock the radio off the shelf
By a transmitter and do it myself

White beard the pirate

This is radio station HOBO broadcasting on a vagrancy of 60-to-90 days

Signing off for now

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