(just found scribbled on the back of a bar receipt; an old timey banjo tune sang through a megaphone)

We got rifles we got guns!
We got CinnaSticky Buns!
We got coffee beans
they’re certified fair trade!

We take credit we take cash!
What it takes to throw this bash!
We got lemons but we
can’t make lemonade!

Let’s buy it now we’ll pay tomorrow
And then drink away the sorrow
Life is short! Let’s live it up
while we still can

Pressing keys we got it made
but we don’t know any trade
We got lemons but we
can’t make lemonade!

Forgot the past, sold the future
The gash is bleeding with no suture
so pass the plate I’ll have some more
while there’s still time.

Everyday that sun’s still shining
but we’re running out of shade
We got lemons but we
can’t make lemonade!