(A parody on an old well worn favourite; Sorry, Bing and Michael Bublé.) It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Mechula.* It's beginning to look a lot like I'm insolvent, Where'd my cash flow go? Down to my last 5 and 10, credit card maxed out again, Oh, the painful amount of IOU's I owe. I'm beginning to wish I'd not met loan shark Carmine, Now all hell will start, The brass knuckles he will bring will make my head fair ring, Then he'll rip out my heart. A pair of brutes in ill-fitting suits with pistols that shoot- It's Carmine's
hitrepo men, They say 'Carmine wants to talk, let's take a walk,' But I ain't saying 'willkommen,' I'm not mad or dumb or fool enough to open my door again. It's beginning to look like I might not make Christmas, My debts Carmine won't ignore, What an ugly sight it is to see some thug pounding heavily On my barred and bolted door. *Bankruptcy, Yiddish.
'Nope, not exactly Santa come delivering presents.'