Tuesday, September 30, 2008

(Melody:One, Two, Three What Are we Fighten For,
Country Joe McDonald)
Lyrics WlliamBanzai7

Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a financial jam
Way down yonder in Wall Street land
So pull out your check books and pick up a sponge,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we bailing for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is a subprime scam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up them pearly TARP gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! your net worth's just got blown from the sky.

Well, come on regulators, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those quant eggheads
The only good shylock banker is the one locked
up by the Feds
And you know that prosperty can only be won
When we've blown their balance sheets to kingdom come.


Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is subprime bailout au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Feds with the derivative tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the FWMD bomb,
They drop it somewhere else like Hong Kong .


Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Wall Street land.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your stocks sent home in a box.


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