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Jul 2014
I'M A BIG WALL STREET BANKER
SKULKING AROUND
LOOKING FOR SWAPS
WHEREVER THEY'RE FOUND

I'LL BUY 'EM ALL UP
AND BUNDLE THEM TOO
THEN I'LL FIND ONE MORE SUCKER
THAT LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU

I SELL YOU JUST PAPER
MAKE YOU THINK YOU'RE A PRINCE
WHEN THE MARKET GOES SOUTHERN
I DON'T EVEN WINCE

I'VE GOT ALL YOUR ASSETS
YOU'RE HOLDING A SACK
TAKE THE HUGE BONUS
AND NOT GIVE IT BACK

SIX MONTHS AND RETIRE
THE PUBLIC FORTUNE IN HAND
WHILE YOUR CHECKBOOKS ON FIRE
I'M SIPPING DRINKS IN THE SAND
Written by
robert ondis
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