Kitsch World

In a kitsch world, you can't go too far,
Because everything is already outré.
You won't decry all this flotsam, honey,
And you rely on spendin' my money.

You've an itch, girl, to pawn my guitar
So you will have a bigger cash outlay:
More money: "Please hock your car!
Please hock your car!"

But don't you know, when you blow
Dough on schlock that should be given to
A thrift store down the block
To sell with plated tongs and plastic King Kongs
And ceramic frogs?

'Cause
In a kitsch world, you can't go too far,
Because everything is already outré
You won't decry all this flotsam, honey,
And you rely on spendin' my money.

High-priced items cause pain;
Make me queasy when I think of the junk-sellers' gain.
And what you sow, you reap when junk grows.
And your shelf will give like a squashed olive
When you add that glass ball.

[Repeat first two verses]