The Weekly Wire

Gather ‘round and listen close, I’ll sing of what is new Though every story that I tell, I've seen a time or two The names and faces change a bit, the tools are made of glass But the worries of the common folk, they always come to pass. There’s a fight about a dancing app, a screen they call TikTok The folks on Capitol Hill are scared of a key from a foreign lock They say the data flows back east, to servers in Beijing

So they wrote a bill to sell it off, or silence what they sing. Oh, the headlines turn like pages in a book upon the shelf A story of the government, a story of the self From Washington to Wall Street, the winds of fortune blow It’s just another verse, my friends, in a song we all should know. Now the price of milk and gasoline keeps climbin’ ever higher Puttin’ everybody's pocketbook a little closer to the fire

Fed Chairman Powell holds the rates and says he has to wait and see This ain't financial advice, just a tune on the cost of being free. Oh, the headlines turn like pages in a book upon the shelf A story of the government, a story of the self From Washington to Wall Street, the winds of fortune blow It’s just another verse, my friends, in a song we all should know. A man who worked for Boeing, he spoke of what was wrong

Of bolts left loose and panels weak, he sang a worried song He tried to warn the world about a hole up in the sky And now he's gone, another soul the headlines pass on by. Oh, the headlines turn like pages in a book upon the shelf A story of the government, a story of the self From Washington to Wall Street, the winds of fortune blow It’s just another verse, my friends, in a song we all should know.