Somerville Hospital
(to the tune of "St. James Infirmary")

I went down to the Somerville Hospital
To bring my baby there.
She was hacking and gasping with lung disease
From breathing that IKEA air.

Some rich men, they came into Somerville
To build these big box stores
What did they care about traffic
And the gases that made her lungs sore?

The Mayor and cronies sucked up to them
And changed the law like sneaks
Pretended to be doing something else
So they could still warm up their seats.

So now that you’ve heard my story,
I’ll have another shot of booze
There’s not much a poor man like me can do
When Somerville lets me be used.