Just like the ones we used to know
With markets crashing
And brokers thrashing
On the ends of ropes from Kensington to Bow.
With markets crashing
And brokers thrashing
On the ends of ropes from Kensington to Bow.
I'm dreaming of a Black Friday
Just like the ones there used to be
With grown men sobbing
And bankers bobbing
All the way from Traitors' Gate down to the sea.
Just like the ones there used to be
With grown men sobbing
And bankers bobbing
All the way from Traitors' Gate down to the sea.
I'm dreaming of a Black Friday
Just like the ones when I was there
With earnings slumping
And tycoons jumping
From thirty-eighth floor windows everywhere. .
Just like the ones when I was there
With earnings slumping
And tycoons jumping
From thirty-eighth floor windows everywhere. .
Yes, I'm dreaming of a Black Friday
With every chainstore that I see
May their profits crumble and crack
And may all their Christmases be Black.
With every chainstore that I see
May their profits crumble and crack
And may all their Christmases be Black.
No comments:
Post a Comment