Down in Morristown
The blue and gray suits just sit and laugh
At how they're buying the assets and firing the staff
At the Travelers
And a momma cries
She was proud of her grown-up boy, but then
With his wife and kids, they're gonna move back in
To her condo.
Oh, Snoopy, don't you understand
About the price of land
If we move just how much more we'll have to pay
To get a house that's just as nice
We're paying twice the price.
And it's on a quarter-acre lot
And you look the other way.
And on Trumbull Street
Those hard-working folk invest their days
Doing networking, writing resumes
In their office.
And we calculate
That with six different pension plans we need
One who's knowledgeable and can intercede
For what is due us.
If we're employed in Morristown
I'll describe our commute:
We'll leave the house, get in the car,
We won't go fast, and we won't get far...
And the Governor cries
As her tax base shrinks, can she right this boat
Before she'll lose more jobs and an electoral vote
To New Jersey
And the Travelers dies
And the blue and gray suits say, "Keep the umbrella
'cause we have that beagle and his birdie fella ...
here at MetLife."
