HaPPY SaiNT PaDDY WaGoN...DaY 2012!

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BAIL, BAIL, BAIL (those Mangy Goldman Skunks)

(Beer, Beer, Beer (Charlie Mochs) Traditional Irish drinking song)

WilliamBanzai7

 

1,2,3 Bail, Bail, Bail

 

A long time ago, back in bailout history,

When the only game in town was was schtupping AIG,

A long came a bank by the name of Goldmen Skunks,

And they invented a wonderful drink, and they made it out of subprime schlock!

 

Chorus:

Hey! they must have been bailout criminals, subprime sultans and PONZI kings,

And for them praise we busted bankstas shall always sing;

Look at what they've done for us, they've filled Uncle Sam up with bailout beer,

Lord, bless those mangy Goldman Skunks who invented...

Bailout Beer Beer Beer

taxpayer Bail, Bail, Bail...

The Goldman pub, the Wall Street Inn, the black AIG hole as well

One thing you can be sure of, it's Paulsen and Blankfein's bailout beer they sell;

So all you busted bailout bankstas, at eleven o'clock you stop,

For five short seconds, remember those mangy Goldman Skunks!

One... two... three... four... five...

[Repeat Chorus]

 

A busted hedge, a SPIV of toxic slop, stir it around with a stick,

Just the type of lubrication to make your networth sink;

Another trillion dollars of TARP wallop will keep alive those bailout hacks,

It's only eighty cents half penny a pint, but a trillion more in tax.

 

One... two... three... four... five...

 

Hey! they must have been bailout criminals, subprime sultans and PONZI kings,

And for them praise we busted bankstas shall always sing;

Look at what they've done for us, they've filled Uncle Sam up with bailout beer,

Lord, bless those mangy Goldman Skunks who invented...

Bailout Beer Beer Beer

taxpayer Bail, Bail, Bail...

The mangy skunks of Goldman Sucks!

 

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SAINT TROIKA

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OY BERNIE BOY (HAPPY SAINT PADDY WAGON)

O Danny Boy
WilliamBanzai7

Oy Bernie boy, a Ponzi you've been a scheming

From Palm Beach up to Park Avenue

The good times are gone, and all your clients are steaming

'Tis you, 'tis you must to the big house go and we all must watch and smile

But come ye back after the judge has read the sentencing memo

And when the court room's hushed to hear how long you'll go

'Tis we'll be here lurking in the shadows

Oy Bernie boy, oy Bernie boy, we hate you so.

And if you come, when all the other Wall Street banks are dying

And they're  red as red well may be

You'll come and find the place where all banksta thieves are lying

And kneel and say an "Alpha" there for me.

 

And the markets shall hear, tho' soft you tread above

And all those Wall Street Ponzi schemes will warm and sweeter be

If you'll not fail to tell the judge about global Ponzi greed

We'll simply sleep in peace until the next big Ponzi scheme is seen.

 

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