Mobile Homeless Blues
Written and performed by Fresh Juice Party:
Craig Casey - music, lyrics, vocals, & guitar; Pratibha Gautam - lyrics;
Paul Martin - bass; Craig Miller - drums

Lyrics:

I had a dream of owning my own pad
(He had a dream, an American dream)
The bank said, "hey, a subprime mortgage ain't bad"
(He didn't know Goldman repackaged it into junk bonds)
Now my pad's gone into foreclosure and I'm under water

We're mobile homeless
You got your bonus
That don't seem too fair to me
We're mobile homeless
You got your bonus
It's all in the name of greed
But count your pennies up with your abacus
and put them in your piggy bank

I had a dream of providing for my chicken
(He had a dream, an American weirdo dream)
So we re-fi'ed on her coop-minium
(Goldman turned it into collateralized debt obligations)
Now we sleep on recycling and eat compost

We're mobile homeless
Because of foreclosure
We may die of exposure
We're mobile homeless
We may be muppets
But we're not gonna be your puppets
No, thank you, Goldman Sachs
You won't be the hand that's stuck in our backs

I had a dream of living beyond my means
(She had a dream, an American dream)
No money down on a McMansion? That's my scene!
(Compliments of Goldman's complicated schemes)
Now thanks to that scam, I'm not getting my beauty sleep
Hi-yaaaaa!