Rummy in the Corner---new song

Rummy in the Corner:  lyrics copyright, Creative Commons

Hot summer night, northside of Chicago

A bunch of hipsters laughs and roars, and goes out for the night.

There in the corner, an observer scarcely noted:

The Rummy in the Corner, lets his thoughts take flight.



You think you seen it all, you shits, you think you got it made;

Let me tell you, just you wait and  you'll feel history's blade.

Your friends will die, your jobs will fail, your flesh will fall, your loves will bail:

And there's nothing you can do about it,

Says the Rummy in the Corner.



Your home-dyed blondes will duke it out, for the Slobo's on the corner;

And hope that it don't rain, before the rent is due.

You cannot acknowledge, that you made a bad, bad bet.

But the Rummy in the Corner, will lay it out for you:




He saw it in the 30's, when Hitler meant prosperity,

He saw it in Iran, when the mullahs took control;

He saw it in the 80's, when Reagan sold our soul---

He's seen it all his life, and all he can say is, "Skol!"


So, drink your beer, fraternity boys, and you skeezy businessmen;

And you girls who wave your hands around, and say, "Like, I'm so wasted!"

When you've done this for thirty years, you will have scarcely tasted:

The cup of bitterness this life can be;

Then you may come and sit here by me;

And you'll know what it is like to be:

The Rummy in the Corner.