Some keep Black Friday at the mall
I keep it in my home
I’ve got an Internet connection
And the day off from my work
Some keep Black Friday in their jeans
I wear my favorite scrubs
And instead of fighting the food court
I heat left overs up
While I shop I listen to my MP3s
And my credit card is fueling the stalled economy
I didn’t burn a drop of gas
Or any fossil fuels
I got into no fist fights
And gave no ugly looks
I saw my friends on MySpace,
FaceBook, and LeatherBears
But now it’s time to get up
from my chair behind the desk
My credit card is maxed out
My eyes are tired and red
But this is the Black Friday
I won’t soon forget
(If you’re wondering it can be sung to “The Yellow Rose of Texas.”)
