Lyrics

put on my jacket, went out to the car
turned on the radio, didn’t get far
when the news of a man
interrupted my shopping jag

he was gunned down just for standing
in some part of this land
I couldn’t buy a thing I couldn’t understand
black friday just ain’t my bag

there’s a fever goin’ round
could easily catch it
get a new tv
then you’d have to watch it
black friday just ain’t my bag

if you’re a late bloomer
and you’re still not a consumer
what is it you expect to prove
by not doing your duty
to make that merchandise move

well, it’s Thanksgiving
and i’ll shop if i want to
shop if i want to
shop if i want to
but black friday just ain’t my bag