sung to the tune of “Addicted to Love,” by Robert Palmer

You can’t sleep
or pay your bills
You have a hole
that’s never filled
The tv ads
say what to buy
You go along
You don’t know why

We like to think it isn’t things that we love
but we might as well face it, we’re addicted to stuff

We have to buy
we can’t stop
We’ve gone broke
Still have to shop
We don’t stop
we never try
we have to shop
until we die

You might ask what has become of us all –
We’re either online shopping or we’re parked at the mall
You like to think you’re not afraid to live rough
But we might as well face it, we’re addicted to stuff