Old MacDonald had a farm
Now he hasn't got a barn
Can't buy breakfast can't buy lunch
Blames it in the credut crunch
Oh Mr Banker
You and all your brood
Have corporatised MacDonald
The man who grows my food
Miss Bo Peep has got no sheep
There are nights that she can't sleep
Says she lost the whole darn bunch
I blame it on the credit crunch
Oh Mr Banker
Don't you feel shame
Miss Bo Peep's a working girl
And you're the one to blame
Because of all of your sub-primes
There are folks who have hard times
Because the banks are greedy
Honest folks are needy
Georgie Porgie puddin' and pie
Busted nose and big black eye
There was no fight the was no punch
Ran into the credit crunch
Oh Mr Banker
Georgie's sad today
He only wants to kiss the girls
But they all run away
Jack and Jill went up the hill
They couldn't pay the water bill
Now they can't pay for the rent
Jack's out looking for a tent
Oh Mr Banker
Jack came tumbling down
You ent through his pockets
As he lay on the ground
You speculate, accumulate
And leave good people to their fate
Yes because the banks are greedy
Honest folks are needy
Willie Winkie runs round town
Dressed in just a nighty gown
Taking pills he is depressed
Said his house was reposessed
Oh Mr Banker
You and all your schemes
Willie's living nighmares now
Instead of Dreaming dreams
Old King Cole had fiddlers three
Gave them their redundancy
They played reels and they played jigs
Now they don't do any gigs
Oh Mr Banker
You always bring bad news
Old King Cole's gave up the pipes
He only songs the blues
When your plan hits the fan
You become a nowhere man
When honest folks are in despair
You'll find the banker isn;t there
And when London Bridge is falling down
You'll find the banker has left town
Because the banks are greedy
honest folk are needy
Now he hasn't got a barn
Can't buy breakfast can't buy lunch
Blames it in the credut crunch
Oh Mr Banker
You and all your brood
Have corporatised MacDonald
The man who grows my food
Miss Bo Peep has got no sheep
There are nights that she can't sleep
Says she lost the whole darn bunch
I blame it on the credit crunch
Oh Mr Banker
Don't you feel shame
Miss Bo Peep's a working girl
And you're the one to blame
Because of all of your sub-primes
There are folks who have hard times
Because the banks are greedy
Honest folks are needy
Georgie Porgie puddin' and pie
Busted nose and big black eye
There was no fight the was no punch
Ran into the credit crunch
Oh Mr Banker
Georgie's sad today
He only wants to kiss the girls
But they all run away
Jack and Jill went up the hill
They couldn't pay the water bill
Now they can't pay for the rent
Jack's out looking for a tent
Oh Mr Banker
Jack came tumbling down
You ent through his pockets
As he lay on the ground
You speculate, accumulate
And leave good people to their fate
Yes because the banks are greedy
Honest folks are needy
Willie Winkie runs round town
Dressed in just a nighty gown
Taking pills he is depressed
Said his house was reposessed
Oh Mr Banker
You and all your schemes
Willie's living nighmares now
Instead of Dreaming dreams
Old King Cole had fiddlers three
Gave them their redundancy
They played reels and they played jigs
Now they don't do any gigs
Oh Mr Banker
You always bring bad news
Old King Cole's gave up the pipes
He only songs the blues
When your plan hits the fan
You become a nowhere man
When honest folks are in despair
You'll find the banker isn;t there
And when London Bridge is falling down
You'll find the banker has left town
Because the banks are greedy
honest folk are needy
envoyé par Dead End - 17/7/2012 - 09:20
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“This is a song I wrote about the effects of The Credit Crunch in 2008 which was engineered by the unfettered, unregulated greed of a relatively few individuals and has had dire consequences for us all.”
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