Spend, spend, spend, spend
Buy whatever you crave
It's old-fashioned to save
You might wait 'til your grave-
stone is finished before you've enough
for that fancy house on the hill
or the antique car with the wide grille
Why overstress? You've got all your stuff...
You might want to turn my voice down
But Dad won't always be around
to pay off those credit hounds
or foot the bill for nursing care
'til you're laid in the ground
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