We’re financial bigwigs — your lender and banker.
The smarties who took the economy and tank’d her.
With the sub-primes, bad debts and stock market crashes,
all that’s left of your money is tatters and ashes.
As you can see, we took ourselves to the cleaners,
and now here we all stand, with exposed old man wieners.
But don’t cry for us, for the privileged prevail,
and we’re going to get most of the government bail.
We’d tell you we’re sorry, but it wouldn’t be true.
Who could have known that it’d all turn to poo!?
So until the next time we put your future in perils,
if it’s not too much trouble, could we borrow some barrels?