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Oh Little Bank Americard

Submitted by A. Kettelhut

Oh Little Bank Americard
(sung to the tune "Oh Little Town Of Bethlehem")

Oh, little Bank Americard
You bring me Christmas Cheer

Without your clout, I have no doubt
No gifts I'd give this year.

Your credit line allows me to run up bills quite large
And when I'm through exhausting you, I'll use my Master Charge.

(Same tune, sung in late February)

Oh, little Bank Americard, you bring me discontent
I calculate your interest rate is over twelve percent.

Each month, your cry for payments, my letter-box bombards;
I'm one more sap, caught in your trap. Next year I'll just send cards.