Buy Away, Buy Away!

Buy Away, Buy Away!

“Buy, away, buy away, new shop open, Ham, jam, anything ye want Mam!’

Raphael went out to sell The family jewels to Mister Shell, And for a song he let them go, He did the same for Radio.

In that dark Lobby where they wait To buy a soul, the good, the great; They know the price of everything And wave their wad, cha-ching, cha-ching.

Chorus We gave them leave, we let them sell A nation’s wealth for a greedy song; Rise from your knees, rise from your hell, Take back your own, undo the wrong.

The Raphaels and Mister Shells They queer the pitch, their greed compels The slight of hand, that robs the poor, The three-card-trick, the slick Cute Hoor.

And like your gas, your water too They’ll rob it all, it’s what they do! “They’ve left us poor,” I hear you groan; Stand up, reclaim what is your own!

Chorus “Bring me your bow of burning gold” Bring me your songs, let’s take it back! The rich man’s pile, the wealth they stole, Take up the fight, take up the slack! Rise up! Rise up! And seize the day! It is your right, it’s what you own. Get off your knees and have your say, Just add your voice, you’re not alone.

— © Frank Callery, December 31st. 2016.