you know you're wasting your time

Mr. Morris, the owner of radio station WHIZ, finds himself in dire financial straits:

"But how could this happen, sir?"
"Well, you see, Billy, there's this place called the Emperor's Club, and..."
Shrugging off Billy Batson's optimistic bromides as the empty platitudes they really are, Morris decides to flee the country before the inevitable subpoenas start arriving. He decamps at a South Sea island refuge popular with other fugitives from life's petty hassles...

"This place is heaven on earth! What's it called?"
"The natives call the place Enewetak. Don't mind those warships moored offshore; the Navy boys are supposed to be doing some kind of 'test' or something."
...and Morris becomes quickly enthralled with his new low-stress lifestyle, which is refreshingly free of FCC hearings, incipent ulcers, and impossible-to-please sponsors.

Before Morris can get too comfy, however, Billy dispatches his superheroic alter ego, Captain Killjoy Marvel, to shake some Protestant work ethic back into his underachieving boss:

"To blazes with your personal well-being, little man! The cult of Mammon does not treat apostates lightly!"
Marvel fails to convince Morris to quit his hedonistic idyll, and even begins to succumb to the island's seductive allure himself...

The Captain Marvel version of Thoreau's Walden took some major liberties with the source material.
...though he is fortuitously saved by the giant stick wedged up his ass. Unwilling to give up his missionary work on behalf of stifling conformity, Marvel again approaches Morris about his un-American behavior. This time, however, the Big Red Cheese makes use of visual aids to prove his case, confronting Morris with his eventual fate should he decide to remain on the island...

"...and what's worse, my friend, you'll begin thinking that Terrapin Station is a work of true genius."
"DEAR LORD, NOOOOOOOO!"
....devolution into a smelly hippie. A fate worse than death, indeed. The shocking revelation convinces Morris to violently repudiate his slacker ways and return to whatever fate awaits him back in the civilized world:

"I refuse to accept the existence of a paradise that includes slightly unruly facial hair!"
As it turns out, the music Morris must face is the "Crony Capitalism Rag," a perrenial plutocratic standard composed by the Old Boy Network. I haven't been personally privileged enough to hear the piece performed live, but I believe the first two lines are "If you're rich and white/it will turn out all right":

"So, Morrie-baby, I've got to process a stack of foreclosures against some working class families this afternoon, but if you're not busy this evening, I know of this place called the Emperor's Club..."
(From "Man's Worst Enemy" from Captain Marvel Adventures #91, December 1948; by Otto Binder & C.C. Beck)

Deadbeats - Kill the Hippies (from a 1978 single) - A fine piece of early L.A. punk that pits the hollowness of trangressive nihilism against the self-righteousness of narcissistic "enlightenment."

The Specials - Rat Race (from More Specials, 1980) - "I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that." - Lloyd Dobler, Say Anything