(P.Mark)
From the album Disposable Soul

In the days of my youth
They never told me the truth
About the wealth you can wield with a pen
I had it stuck in my head
That without and bread
Life was zero on a scale of ten
They told me money don’t matter, son
With a smile and good manners
You can write your ticket to the top floor
But learned real fast
that without any cash
You’d be lucky to get past the front door

Then one day it came
I was out in the rain
Waiting for the mailman to show
The unemployment check was due
It was all I could do
To get through the next week or two
Instead he brought me a letter
With a plan that was better
Than any bookkeeping I learned in school
It said your luck has changed, our computer got  your name
Sign here boy you’re pre-approved

I got me a credit line
Just put my name on the dotted line
Now if I like it, I buy it
The price don’t make no difference to me
I got me a credit line
No more living on the poverty line
It’s the new law of the land
I’m eating from the hand of corporate generosity

At first it was hard
Going out with that card
My hands twitching with purchasing power
A new TV, a CD spinner, new clothes and then some dinner
I was maxed out in a couple of hours
Now I bet you’re thinking that I must’ve been drinking
To have spent without a cent to my name
But I’m ahead of the game
I knew that times had changed
That goodwill was there for all to claim

I got me an American Express
A Diners Club, a Visa
A Discover and a MasterCard
And with the cash advance there’s really no chance
That monthly payments’ll catch me off guard
Now the secret to winning without stealing or sinning
Is in scoring every card that you can
At every bank downtown
There’s credit to be found
By any fool with a pulse and a pen

Chorus

Well they told me life would be hard
But nobody ever told me ‘bout the wonders of a platinum card

Now even Uncle Sam
When he gets in a jam
Doesn’t worry about the money he owes
He just issues a bond and his troubles are gone
Into thin air, as far as I know
Now my friends are all saying
The way I smile when I paying
That I ought to run for office one day
And it’s true, no foolin’
They call me George Bush junior
‘Cuz my debts are left for others to pay

Chorus