Job Job
Job Job
Oh beautiful for spaced out skies
Once filled with astronauts
Now budget cuts have landed them
Below the fruited plains
For Amber alerts and waves of grain
Above the traffic lanes
America the juggernaut
Once power to all nations
America the jobornauts
There’s not a job for thee
Above the fruit loops plains
Oh spread your gravy on thy goods
With purple mounted tattooed youths
From sea to shining sea
With turkey, turtles and cheese
And add some ham if you would please
Above the freebie majority
On purple curdled majesty
So crown our good with Crayola crayons
From sea to shining sea
We'll draw pictures for all to see
Of purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plains
So pass the gravy if you please
My country tis of thee
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