When the Dow has bubbled.
And your counterparties blanch.
And flogging blogging
predicts you'll flail out.
Since your prime was "sub"bled:
This time, you bet the ranch.
So will you fail?
Or will you unveil a bailout?
 
This is when.
From your den.
You call men.
Who then all call Ben.
Squeal you're breakin'.
You're caught in the red.
Too big to croak 'cause markets could choke.
So though you are a pig in a poke.
He'll save your bacon.
You've got the Fed.
 
As a GSE, you
Could borrow cheap to buy.
You're private, but,
government winked it's there.
Why? To guarantee you.
So you bought like you were high.
Hell, don't despair.
Welfare is swell per share.
 
This is where.
After Bear.
You prepare to dare that the Chair
Must preserve you.
Your rot cannot spread.
'Cause if you're decreed to be trash?
Could lead to a national crash.
So they'll conserve you!
You've got the Fed.
 
Now who will foot the bill for all the largesse
To repossess this blessed mess?
Directors?
Unchecked sectors?
No, it's taxpayers.
We're on the line.
Along with friends like China.
 
I'm a Yankee.
Who is cranky.
At this Greenspanky tank of Bernanke.
Central banking.
The yen and the dread.
IF you wonder what this has meant.
Why you're earning under three percent.
Who to be thanking.
You've got the Fed.
You've got the Fed.
 

gary stockdale - lead vocal
Janis Liebhart - background vocal
Greg Hilfman - music director
 

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