A Nursery Rhyme Dedicated To the Peddlers of Misery
*To be sung to the tune of “Camptown Races”
Copywriters sing this song
Doo-da, Doo-da
Peddling misery all day long
Oh, de doo-da day
Gonna sell us cigarettes
& unhealthy foods to our kids!
Gonna make our little girls feel bad about their bodies
so they go make themselves throw up in the bathroom!
Oh, the vultures scurry round in their nest
Doo-Da, Doo-da
Deciding which lies that they like best
Oh, de doo-da day
They’re going to lie all night!
They’re going to lie all day!
I’ll bet my money that by tomorrow eve,
You’ll have bought something that you don’t need!
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011
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