David ClevenstiennGets into his carnDrives down the highwaynTo bad he can’t get very farnnBecause he ain’t got any friendsnExcept for Mr. SancheznHe’s a golden retriever andnTo fat to walknnThere’s a place where nAll the recycled lives go nIt’s called… BB&TnChorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, ChorusnnV3: Susie feeds her fishesnPays her taxes on timenPlats all her eggplantsnIn a pretty little linennV4: Goes to her sucky jobnCalls people at their homesnSelling ink and tonernOn her Panasonic phonennThere’s a place where nAll the recycled lives go nIt’s called… Ameridialn(spoken fast) People trash their livesnNot doing nothing nBut making moneynSo they can die rich nbut they don’t realizenYou don’t need to be richnif you’re already deadnn