Oh, Mighty Sam, when I in dizzy wonder
Consider all the stores thy hands have made,
I see thy signs, thy trucks roll in like thunder,
Thy name throughout America displayed,

Then sings my soul, thy prices are for me,
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart;
The savior of our dead economy,
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart!

Where once through woods, and forest glades I rambled
And heard the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
I see new roads, the traffic lanes all scrambled,
From which now wafts a gentle asphalt breeze;

But sings my soul, thy stuff is nearly free,
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart;
But sings my soul, how could such bargains be?
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart!

Thou giant store, in blue and gray all decked out,
I gasp to see thy shoppers rushing in;
For they all find, once their cheap junk they've checked out,
Their retail choices growing rather thin;

Still sings my soul, in plaintive melody,
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart;
It's kind of tough to co-exist with thee,
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart!

Now Wal-Mart owns the commerce of this nation,
Each rival know with bleakness in his heart;
Ten thousand fail with every new location:
They shake their heads and moan, "How great Wal-Mart!"

Now sings my soul, with bitter irony,
How great Wal-Mart, how great Wal-Mart;
I'm on the dole, my business ceased to be,
Thanks to Wal-Mart, thanks to Wal-Mart!