Shop Til Ye Drop

It’s the fourth of July and the stores are all open Freedom to shop and to work if you care It used to be nice when we all had it made Grabbed up the kids and went to parades Held hands to our hearts and thanked all the vets Cheered all the bands all our neighbors we met Knew the names of their kindred as well as our own Cherished our ways of getting along And everyone knew all the words to the song Nothing for nothing but it seems to me Something is missed in this land of the free Back then we wanted to be all the same Now cherishing differences seems all the game Yet Ahmed O’Reilly’s an American name And Finkelstein Finley will tell ye of fame Breed’s Hill wasn’t fought by people all born here And most of the signers of papers we awe Lost all their possessions in fighting that war So we could go shopping and treat this fine day As if it was nothing and put it away