Glory, Glory To the Poor Old Working Man: If the Founding Fathers and ALL of the Founding Moms were around today, they would be blasting out this song from shore-to-shore. This tongue-in-cheek ditty – sung by our own Uncle Sam – takes a good swipe at the politicians on both sides of the aisle in Washington, DC. Even while our good Uncle tells you not to worry about how the deficit is skyrocketing and how ineffectual the government is, he still asks you to, "...just send your money on, c/o Uncle Sam in Washington." After all, "Tax Time is Here!" So download this tune, play it for your friends, play it at rallies, and burn a CD to mail to your representative in congress. Hey, and send a copy along with your taxes this year! Those IRS employees will enjoy it too. After all, they're pretty pissed off about how the government mismanages our tax dollars; and they see it first hand. The only way Americans can ever return to some sane tax policy is to overhaul the way the government reaches into your pockets each year... AND how they spend the money when it's in the politicians' hands. So always be involved: VOTE! Write your representatives and tell them how you feel. And PLAY THIS SONG from coast-to-coast to let Washington know that ALL of American counts - and not just for those living in DC! Thanks Wayne Henderson and Carl White ps - By the way, this song was first written in 1986. Since then the US Government's deficit has risen from 446 Billion US$ to 1299 Billion US$. And that is in inflation adjusted cash. That is almost a 300% increase in the budget deficit... which is YOUR money. •••••••••••••••••• LYRICS •••••••••••••••••• Glory, Glory to the Poor Old Working Man © 1985, 2012 Wayne Henderson Now the government's been reaching in your pockets now for years But don't you let that bother you - Tax Time is here! And all across America at a three martini lunch There's a lot of fat cat business men a thanking you a bunch Since they haven't paid a single dime of taxes now in years And they're a drinking fancy drinks while you're a drinking beer. But don't you let that bother you just send your money on In care of Uncle Sam in Washington! Chorus: Glory, Glory to the poor old working man He keeps this country strong with his back and with his hands He gets up in the morning works his fingers to the bone While the deficit climbs right on…. Glory, Glory to the poor old working man He keeps this country strong with his back and with his hands But he can't seem to get ahead no matter how he tries 'Cause it's work, pay taxes and die… Now Washington hasn't exactly brother spent your money well But they're having a good time there while the country goes to hell And Democrats and Republicans they all seem to agree That what this nation needs is a Bigger Spending Spree! And they pay a thousand dollars for a twenty-nine cent tool, But they can't seem to help your kids in the public schools. But don't you let that bother you just send your money on In care of Uncle Sam in Washington! Chorus: Now don't you lose a wink of sleep - terrorist in your dreams, If we can ever find the boys, we'll blow 'em to smithereens. And don't you even worry sister if you're getting old There will be something there for you when Social Security folds. And Medicare will pay for all your doctor bills… EXCEPT FOR THIS! EXCEPT FOR THAT! NEVER BUY MY PILLS! But don't you let that bother you no send your money on In care of Uncle Sam in Washington! Chorus: Spoken: "Bye, bye paycheck!"