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Recession, what recession, I couldn't care a jot You should check out all the money that I've got. I don't need to work as my Dad's a merchant banker And he's a fat cat too, what a greedy ****** I look out my window to see the peasants grovel In the dirt, starving in a filthy Council hovel; I just sit and smile and sip at my Laurent-Perrier. Long live capitalism, I just couldn't be any merrier.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
The Song Of The Happy Capitalist
Recession, what recession, I couldn't care a jot You should check out all the money that I've got. I don't need to work as my Dad's a merchant banker And he's a fat cat too, what a greedy ****** I look out my window to see the peasants grovel In the dirt, starving in a filthy Council hovel; I just sit and smile and sip at my Laurent-Perrier. Long live capitalism, I just couldn't be any merrier.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
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