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Nancy White - The Christmas Pitch lyrics
The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas I shuffle through my mail with trembling hand I read it all with shame How do they get my name? How can I ever answer each demand? The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas Those paper fingers clutching at my sleeve They make their case so slickly I should make a donation quickly and I'll find if I give I'll soon receive Another letter Asking me for more Celebrities are writing me in person It's strange the letters sound so much the same This makes it extra tough No check is big enough When somebody like Wilton gives his name Now underlining really gets my back up It makes me feel they think I can not read I try to take it with a smile It's the fundraiser style It has nothing to do with the ones who are in need Beneath the moon of wintertime The homeless cry of lifes a crime Who feel despair Who feel such pain Who cant afford to mount a direct mail campaign Your govenments and corporations Cutting back on their donations You and I will have to pay As posty brings a bigger pack of guilt each day The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas So santa claus can bring you your receipt Still time to save a life or help a battered wife Or engineer a government's defeat They know our hearts are softened up at Christmas so that's the time to mount the big attack As the fundraisers foretold We're glad our names are sold To corespondence who always answer back Dear Nancy Thank you for your generous reply to our recent appeal. It was courageous of you to send us so much less than the minimum suggested donation. So few have the nerve With your ten big dollars We were able to buy enough stamps to write to twenty-seven more people Indeed Four of those letters will be going to you so you can see you've made a good investment Our organazation needs a great deal of support from compassionate people like yourself We would like you to consider simplifying your life by having a monthly donation deducted from your paycheck Now about your will You do have a will dont you? After all you might trip over a wino and snap your spinal cord tomorrow and we are sure you wouldn't want your estate to be confiscated by the government |
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