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Affluenza (Music: Kelosky/Lavash, Lyrics: Lavash) from Programmed (2016)

Now come on, hepcats, gather round. Let's dig that brand new, old-school sound, straight from the Depression days, and back in style and all the rage. Those rich cats, they work mighty hard. It makes us cry. It breaks our hearts. Yet we expect them to pay tax. Why can't we see it's an attack of Affluenza - watch out it's gonna get you. Those nice rich guys gonna drop like flies if they don't stick together. Affluenza - could put you in a stretcher. Those nice rich folks gonna give up hope. Let's try to make them better. No sir, those rich guys ain't mean. Look at their kids - they get the cream. Though Dad indulges every whim - nothing's too good for Sonny Jim, but though Daddy's making lots of dough, little Jim's all sad and low. He needed something not for sale. He needed love, but now he ails from...OOh - Affluenza Ooh - don't you know not everybody wants to be a millionaire? Hello big boy, hey big spender. Have you got that Affluenza? So little Jimmy looks for fun. He pops some downers, ties one on. Takes Daddy's car and hits the town, ploughs a mom and daughter down, and when he's hauled up to the court, he shows no symptoms of remorse. The Judge says, "Son, how do you plead?". He says, "Your Honor, I plead prosperity, coz' I got Affluenza - watch out it's gonna get you. Those nice rich guys gonna drop like flies - feeling most under the weather. THose rich folks croakin'. I ain't jokin'! My God! It's Affluenza.