Oh, say can you see,
The façade is a fright,
What a great asphalt plain,
And the morning dew steaming.
Parking stripes and bright cars,
Off the perilous road,
As those sawbucks roll in,
Shoppers eyes are gleaming.
At big yellow rollbacks,
Chinese goods in big stacks,
And you never have seen,
Dog food in such huge sacks.
The fistfuls of dollars
Flood in like a wave,
Walmart: There’s nothing free,
Just cheap junk that you crave.