(Apologies to Donovan Leitch)

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many people to be
That it's strange, so strange
Just pick up on every stitch
John McCain's making his pitch
It's the legacy of Gingrich
Mm, must be the season of the rich
Must be the the season of the rich, yeah
Must be the season of the rich.

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Homeland Security looking over
Their shoulder right at me
And he's strange, sure he's strange
I pick up on every stitch
Business majors out to make it rich
But the economy's in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the rich
Must be the season of the rich, yeah
Must be the season of the rich.

We've got a Global Warming witch
Middle class in a little hitch
And ain't this war a bitch?
Oh no, must be the season of the rich
Must be the season of the rich
Must be the season of the rich.

When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many people to be
It's strange, sure it's strange
The Constitution's got a little glitch
The Neocons have found their niche
Got that Guantanamo itch
Oh no, must be the season of the rich
Must be the season of the rich, yeah
Must be the season of the rich.