HOW'S ABOUT THEM BANKSTERS

little poem after Mason Williams ... waaay after

How's about them banksters,
ain't they a crank,
sittin' in marble halls
makin' they bank.
Bettin' on fast balls
investin' in slow,
doin' magic with money;
where does it go?
Hikin' up college funds,
foreclosin' them homes,
wherever your nest egg
they won't leave it alone.
Buildin' them big banks,
buildin' them small,
takin' money to Caiman,
takin' it all.
How to be a bankster
and live really sweet--
flush ethics down the toilet,
buy congress and cheat.