Who weave their little fictions sitting on their derrieres

Garrison Keillor's Class Warfare song from 2011 was a canary in the coal mine, capturing the restive populace's attitude toward the self-appointed nattering nabobs of ivoried towers, power corridors, and the press room. As a self-proclaimed progressive Democrat, I can't see Keillor as a Tea Partier, but he wrote an anthem they would happily sing.


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Class Warfare
by Garrison Keillor
Sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”

It’s time for working people to rise up and defeat
The brokers and the bankers and the media elite
And all the educated bums in paneled office suites
And throw them in the street

Chorus: Glory, glory what’s it to ya/Glory, glory what’s it to ya
Glory, glory what’s it to ya/The truth is marching on

Down with all the east cost liberal aristocracy
Down with all the lawyers who live in luxury
Down with all the lobyists in Washington, D.C.
We’ll run them up a tree

Let’s reverse the social order
Oh, wouldn’t it be cool
Down with management and let the secretaries rule
Let the cleaning ladies sit around the swimming pool
Send the bosses back to school

Chorus

We’ll take them from their country clubs and luxury resorts
We’ll take them from the golf course and from the tennis courts
We’ll take them out of first class and with a might cheer
We’ll send them to the rear

And then we’ll get the media, those mighty millionaires
Who weave their little fictions sitting on their derrieres
We’ll grab them by their flabby hands and make them say their prayers
And kick them down the stairs

Chorus

When the umpires come out, everybody boos
The high and the mighty, we kick dirt upon their shoes
And won’t it be great when the New York Yankees lose
We will all cheer the news - Chorus