Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 WHAT CAN I SAY Things are looking dark and gray Just like New England what can I say Jobs are leaving left and right Will I work I wonder at night Our glorious government says its getting better I hope I have enough money for a sweater The land of plenty is where it's at But only George is getting fat There's plenty of jobs they're telling me now Why don't you go out and milk a cow? I tried to join the FBI But they ignored me and I don't know why At last my age is starting to show And soon the Bush kids will be paying my dough The terrorists are taking all of my cash And government is just leaving me trash So leave me be and I'll go away To lie in the sun darn near most every day. --------- End forwarded message ----------