LITTLE BAILOUT GTO

LITTLE BAILOUT GTO
(Ronnie and the Daytonas, Little GTO)
WilliamBanzai7

Sing along link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44kg0IENTPU

Little GTO, you’re really lookin mighty fine.
Three billion "Duces", a four speed haircut–its Section 363 Bankruptcy time
Listen to her tachin’ up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine
C’mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow them bondholders out GTO

You oughta see her on a cash burn course for a quarter mile
This little bailout Pon-Pon has got plenty of high finance style
She beats the union gassers and them greedy hedge hoggers, really drives ‘em why-ee-eye-ild
C’mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow them bondholders out GTO

President Obama sings:
Gonna save some TARP money (turnin’ it on, blowin’ it out) and buy a GTO (turnin’ it on, blowin’ it out)
Get a bailout helmet, an Italian roll bar (turnin’ it on, blowin’ it out) and I’ll be ready to go (turnin’ it on, blowin’ it out)
Take it out to Pomona (turnin’ it on, blowin’ it out) and let ‘em know (turnin’ it on, blowin’ it out), yeah, yeah
That expedited Chapter 11’s the coolest thing around
Greedy little bondholders, gonna shut you down
When we turn it on, wind it up, blow them bonds out GTO

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YO HO HO

YO HO HO AND THE BAILOUT SCUM
(Deadman's Chest)
WilliamBanzai7

This here world is one big treasure hunt
For Somali Pirates and Banker Bailout Scum
Bankers and tankers and the devil done for the rest
Yo ho ho for the Pirates and the Bailout Bums.

Pinstriped dogs plundering Paulsens's TARP
Somali lowlife's cruising Donzis n living high on the hog
An AK47, a cutless, a GPS
A CDO, a SIV, a CDS
Yo Ho Ho for the Pirates and the Bailout Scum

A Bankers creed is a creed of greed
A pirates creed is take what you need
Bankers and pirates are one of a kind
Take what you want and screw who you like;
Yo ho ho for the Pirates and the Bailout Scum

Is it better to be done in by a pin striped goon or a scurvey ridden scrum?
Better yet, a Somalian trader pushing securitized Wall Street dung!
Lets pump AIG and send Detroit the crumbs!
Lets steal the crude from those Arabian skunks!

Yo ho ho for the Pirates and the Bailout Scum!

ARRRGHHHH!

SCENES FROM AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT (WALL STREET VERSION)

NYT--Jozef Juck figured he would get lots of applications from people wanting to work at his new restaurant, Montenapo, which will be opening right here in The New York Times Building in the coming days.

But not 700. And not from so many former bankers, commercial real estate brokers and professors who, until recently, had pretty illustrious careers.



SCENES FROM AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT (WALL STREET VERSION)
(Billy Joel)
WilliamBanzai7

Sing along link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDvytBCh3

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
We'll work a table near Wall Street
Near our old familiar place
Pie in the sky-what a disgrace hm, hm
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
Busing dishes in an Italian Restaurant.
Things are okay with me these days
I got a real job, without a downtown address
I got a new wife, got a new life
And the family is fine
Oh we lost touch long ago
You lost weight - I did not know
you could ever look so nice after so much time.
Do you remember those days hanging out on the high finance scene?
Ferragamo boots, Versace jackets and Escada blue jeans
Oh you drop a dime in the box play a song about pre-Katrina New Orleans
Cold Clicquot, hot lights, sweet romantic banker nights ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh…..
Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies
And the king and the queen of the Banker Ball
Riding around with the Ferrari top down and the satellite radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit as they sped past the Hampton Bays Diner
We never knew we could want more than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive.
Oh, oh, oh, oh…..
Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the securitised subprime summer of '2005
When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know that you think life's much too easy
and Eddie thought he could afford to live that kind of life."
Oh, but there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye.
Oh, oh, oh
Well they got a Park Avenue apartment with over priced Persian rugs
And a collection of Post Modernist paintings from Sotheby's and Christies
A faux King Louis bed that they bought with the bonus bread
They had saved since the end of last year
but they started to fight when the bonus money got tight
And they just thought it would reappear.
Oh, oh yeah rock 'n roll
Oh, oh, oh
Well, they lived for a while in Madison Avenue style
But it's always the same in the end
They got an uptown divorce as a matter of course
And they parted the closest of friends
Then the king and the queen went back to GAP blue jeans
But you could never go back there again
Oh, oh
Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the securitised subprime summer of '2005
From the high to the low to the end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to being leveraged Wall Street fleecers
The best they could do was pick up their pieces
We always knew they would both find a way to get by
Oh and that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more 'cause I've told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
We'll meet you any time you want
Bankers busing in an Italian Restaurant.

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WilliamBanzai7, excellent rendition of Billy Joel’s Scenes From an Italian Restarant!!
I love that song and keep reminding people of that song everytime I want to teach them lessons of this massive credit bust.
As a management consultant, I saw this crisis coming and kept telling people about it. Of course not enough people listened, but hey, I can always keep quoting this!
Qaiser Crackerjack

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RETURN OF FORTUNATE SON

RETURN OF FORTUNATE SON (2009)
(Fortunate Son, Creedence Clearwater Revival)
WilliamBanzai7

Some folks get bailed waving the TARP flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue fools.
And when the band plays bail to the cheat,
Ooh, they point the bailout cannon at you, lord,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no billion dollar con, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born with a gold plated tin cup in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, your house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no billion dollar son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit $tar $pangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to the unemployment door, lord,
And when you ask them, how much do I have to give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no billion dollar con, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,