(a Work In Progress) -- HiPower theme song

(sung in the style of an uptempo, brisk "Communisty" march)

There's just noth-ing quite as-- sour!
A-waking late on a fine day's after-noon--
We're all train-wrecks nursing bad hang-o-vers
Be-cause of our-- jobs-- at-- (All together now!)

Hi-Pow-er! Hi-Pow-er!
Where the foreign edi-tors--
are handed the buck of all responsi-bil-i-ties--
with-out any kind of real--
High-Pow-er! High-Pow-er!
Where we point-less-ly toil
for a face-less few, just for a chance to say--
Hello!-- to Hi-Pow-er! to Hi-Pow-er! (Hello!)

Stub-born river-crab bosses always sche-ming--
in guan-xi-laden sham i-vory to-wers--
While the rest of us are simply drea-ming--
of ba-sic business-- com-mon sense!
just-- meri-to-cracy!
and a whole slew of pigs--
and ass-es for them--
to fly out of! (All just as likely!)

Hi-Pow-er! Hi-Pow-er!
You just simply would-n't be--
If your rott-en busi-ness model--
was act-ually free-- to suff-o-cate--
un-der its own--
in--com--pe--tence! (Bye-Power!)


"...but where exactly is this March headed?"