Welfare Cadillac (hymne til samfundsnassere)

Efter sagerne om typer som Fattig-Carina og Dovne-Robert har myndighederne omsider indledt en klapjagt på alle de snydere og bedragere, der nasser på os andre. Det gælder især de såkaldte enlige mødre, der nok er ugifte, men løber rundt med mænd på statens regning.

I USA kaldes sådanne kvinder for welfare queens og det er en stående joke, at welfare queens selvfølgelig kører welfare cadillacs.

Det sidste udtryk går tilbage til 1970, hvor den  aldrende countrymusiker Guy Drake fik et større hit med nummeret Welfare Cadillac. I denne sang giver Drake et ironisk portræt af den amoralske mennesketype, som velfærdsstaten fremelsker.

Personligt kan jeg dog bedre lide Travis Bell’s version af Welfare Cadillac, så det er den I får her (følg godt i teksten, den er hylende morsom):

Well, I’ve never worked much
In fact, I’ve been poor all my life
I guess all I really own is
Ten kids and a wife

This house I live in, is mine
But it’s really a shack
But I always managed somehow
To drive me a brand new Cadillac

Backdoor steps
They’re done fell plum down
Front screen door’s off and laying
Somewhere out there on the ground

Wind just now whupped another piece
Of that old tar roofing off the back
Sure hope it don’t skin up that new Cadillac

Front porch?, they’re loose at the bottom
It don’t make no sense to fix them
Cause that ol’ floor just too darn rotten

Wintertime, we sometimes have some snow
That blows in through the cracks
But if it gets too bad, we just all pile up
An’ sleep out there in that new Cadillac

I know the place ain’t much but
I sure don’t pay no rent
I get the check the first of every month
From this here federal government

Every Wednesday, I get commodities
Sometimes, four or five sacks
Pick ’em up down at the welfare office
Driving that new Cadillac

Some folks say I’m crazy
And I’d even been called a fool
But my kids get free books and
All them there free lunches at school

Now, we get peanut butter and cheese
And, man, they give us flour by the sack
Course, them welfare checks
They make the payments on this new Cadillac

The way that I see it
Them other folks are the fools
They’re working and paying taxes
Just to send my young’uns through school

Salvation Army cuts our hair and
Gives us the clothes we wear on our back
So we can dress up and ride around
And show off this new Cadillac

But things still gonna get better yet
At least that’s what I understand
They tell me this new President
He done put up a whole new poverty plan

Why, he gonna send us poor folks money
They say we gonna get it out here in stacks
In fact, my wife’s already shopping around
For her new Cadillac.

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