Penney's Pain

For Penney's gain, they have bargains on blown-up photographs.
Headed for Chapter 7 not long ago.
In the malls, people still come and go,
If prices are low.

Holding their notes is a banker with a great big car.
He's going to kill them if they don't get in the black.
And the banker doesn't use a Mac.
He's a Windows slave—thus his rage.

Penney's pain—they're in arrears, and so they try
To lure suburbanites with blue-sky
Ads, to get in the black.

For Penney's gain, they have a firesale on all things of glass,
Including portrait frames with plated plastic sheen.
In fact, they'll even sell the vitrine.
Then YOU keep it clean.

Penney's pain—they're in arrears, and so they try
To hold two V'd fingers up high;
They're dunned—not in the black.

You start to swelter 'cause the AC system just went out.
The wilting poppies are no longer a nosegay.
I think it conked out 'cause they couldn't pay
Now it's 98!

For Penney's gain, a bargain saves another customer.
And there's the banker salivating over him.
The firesale—margins way too thin,
And they're poor again; can't make change.

Penney's pain—they're in arrears, and so they try
To lure suburbanites with blue-sky
Ads, to get in the black.
Penney's pain—they're in arrears, and so they try
To lure suburbanites inside.
Penney's pain.