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Bye-bye, Gen'ral Motors, good-bye. Your chances of survival, like Bushie's, aren't high. Your Chevy's not the Chevy anyone wants to buy, Knowing you are likely to die, That this could be the year that you die. Bye-bye, Gen'ral Motors, good-bye. Your Chevy's way too heavy and your price is too high. You figured we old boys would continue to buy, Forgetting that old boys like us die. Must've had a 'Bug' in your eye. This could be the year that you die. Bye-bye, Gen'ral Motors, good-bye. My Oldsmobile's not merry and's all done saying, "Hi." I would've bought a Studebaker but for your guy, Who swore that Gen'ral Motors can't die. Whatever will become of that guy Now your brass has given the lie To claims no way that GM could die? Bye-bye, Gen'ral Motors, good-bye. That silly Silverado only Arnold would buy – You've bet the farm that Bushie's army gives it a try – Bummers like those Hummers so that many more die, So someone not on Wall Street will cry. Must this be how 'professionals' die? Yet this could be the year that you die.
Music & Original Lyric by Don Mclean |