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I wrote this poem at 2 am last night when I couldn't sleep. I enjoyed writing it immensely and I'd love to see someone sing it to the tune of Wells Fargo Wagon from The Music Man and put it on You Tube :) Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street You see he’s comin’ round just to get my home Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street, You see he’s comin’ cause I can’t pay my loan. Oh please Wells Fargo man my husband died last year Oh, please can’t you see it upset us awfully He worked while I stayed home so that’s what I hear Is the reason we’re in trouble financially. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street And he’s coming round just to take my property. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street He’s gonna take it and he doesn’t care who’ll see. You see, Wells Fargo man I’m trying to sell my home While you try to scare me with that word—foreclosure. Now, your bank won’t lend out money from bad loans While your hands are grippin’ your money tighter. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street And he’s comin' just to take my land from me Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street Just to sell my land for his own greed you see. Oh, Mr. Wells Fargo man you were nice so long ago You signed our loan and you used your diamond pen. Now you say we’re three months over due, uh oh. Yeah, you were so nice, remember, way back when? Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street He’s comin' round just to put that note on my door Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street And he doesn’t want to hear from me any more. I see him comin' down our street with a glint in his eye He’s plannin' how much he’ll get for sellin’ our home But Wells Fargo man, we’re not even gonna let you try You see, you gotta listen to the endin’ of this poem. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-runnin’ down the street You see, he’s runnin' as fast as his dressy shoes can go Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-runnin’ down the street My dog, Killer’s, after his ass while we enjoy the show.

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Wells Fargo Man

I wrote this poem at 2 am last night when I couldn't sleep. I enjoyed writing it immensely and I'd love to see someone sing it to the tune of Wells Fargo Wagon from The Music Man and put it on You Tube :) Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street You see he’s comin’ round just to get my home Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street, You see he’s comin’ cause I can’t pay my loan. Oh please Wells Fargo man my husband died last year Oh, please can’t you see it upset us awfully He worked while I stayed home so that’s what I hear Is the reason we’re in trouble financially. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street And he’s coming round just to take my property. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street He’s gonna take it and he doesn’t care who’ll see. You see, Wells Fargo man I’m trying to sell my home While you try to scare me with that word—foreclosure. Now, your bank won’t lend out money from bad loans While your hands are grippin’ your money tighter. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street And he’s comin' just to take my land from me Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street Just to sell my land for his own greed you see. Oh, Mr. Wells Fargo man you were nice so long ago You signed our loan and you used your diamond pen. Now you say we’re three months over due, uh oh. Yeah, you were so nice, remember, way back when? Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street He’s comin' round just to put that note on my door Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-comin’ down the street And he doesn’t want to hear from me any more. I see him comin' down our street with a glint in his eye He’s plannin' how much he’ll get for sellin’ our home But Wells Fargo man, we’re not even gonna let you try You see, you gotta listen to the endin’ of this poem. Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-runnin’ down the street You see, he’s runnin' as fast as his dressy shoes can go Uh oh, the Wells Fargo man is a-runnin’ down the street My dog, Killer’s, after his ass while we enjoy the show.