A latin-funk groove, with intelligent double entendre lyrics. Lyrics are spoken a la Issaac Hayes in Shaft. Especially good for potitcal satire. Funky horns enter toward the end. Male Vocals, RnB, Latin Soul
I got a message for all of you in these tough times. You know, they call economics “the dismal science” but I’m gonna lay it on y’all in a language I am quite certain you will all appreciate.
When your infrastructure just ain’t growing Your fiduciary media just isn’t flowing You need stimulation, From my package, My stimulation package When your industry is going kaputt And you just can’t keep that stock market index up, You just need stimulation, From my package, My stimulation package.
You feel ashamed of those market imperfections, And you’re worried ‘bout lack of industry protection, Just relax and receive a huge fiscal injection, From my package, It’s stimulating, My stimulation package
Afraid that you might soon be out of work What you need’s an enormous serving of pork From my package, It’s stimulating, My stimulation package. You worry about a recessional abyss Time for you to de-fe-cit on this! His Package, En espagnol, paquete de estímulo – work on that… (bridge) You feel your market signals may have been misled, And you can’t consume now, gotta try to keep your head, You complain this time of month you’re far too in the red You still need stimulation, Ig-pay Atin-lay! Imulation-stay Ackage-pay (Coda ) Stimulate this! How ‘bout I just balance your trade a l’il, You know I don’t play laissez faire How ‘bout a little trickle down theory You gonna be feeling the multiplier effect any time soon. Yeah, you gotta keep Gross Domestic Product gross! ,
Extended Keywords: Originally composed a song for Second City's "0% Down, 100% Screwed