In “Inflation Celebration,” Chip O’Gamma achieves the impossible: he turns the total collapse of the economy into a high-energy party anthem. If your savings have vanished into a “void” and your “milk’s a loan,” Chip is here to tell you that’s not a crisis—it’s “economic pride.”
Prosperity by Proxy
This track is a masterclass in gaslighting the working class. Chip reframes the skyrocketing cost of living as a “spree” where being “rich in debt” is the new status symbol. He mocks the very idea of inflation by blaming “the moon, the cows, the breeze,” ensuring that the listener never looks too closely at the “billionaire floor” he so casually tips his hat to.
The imagery of a “nickel buying a groan” is a sharp piece of wasteland wit, but Chip quickly pivots to the chorus, demanding we “raise a glass to the cost of the air.” In his world, a shrinking dollar is just a sign that you’re “along for the ride” on a grand, national adventure toward insolvency.
Smile for the Stats
The spoken-style bridge—“Smile for the stats it’s a prosperous time”—is the core of the O’Gamma philosophy. He suggests that if your “soup costs your soul’s last dime,” you should be honored to contribute to the “grand” ending. He effectively turns poverty into a performance, styling the survivors as a “thrift store band” playing while the ship sinks.
INFLATION CELEBRATION
by: Chip O’Gamma
My bread’s now gold my milk’s a loan
A nickel buys a groan not a scone
The cashier laughs says prices soar
I tip my hat to the billionaire floor
Inflation celebration oh what a spree
Dollars shrink but we’re fancy and free
Raise a glass to the cost of the air
Inflation’s here let’s dance with despair
The rent’s a rocket the eggs are rare
My piggy bank’s just hot office air
They blame the moon the cows the breeze
I’m rich in debt hand me the keys
Inflation celebration oh what a spree
Dollars shrink but we’re fancy and free
Raise a glass to the cost of the air
Inflation’s here let’s dance with despair
If your wallet feels light that’s economic pride
A shrinking dollar means you’re along for the ride
And if your soup costs your soul’s last dime
Smile for the stats it’s a prosperous time
Inflation celebration the end’s so grand
Prices climb we’re a thrift store band
Toast the void where my savings went
Inflation’s king pay up my friend