(to Glen Campbell's Witchita Lineman)
I am the banker for your bounty
Though you question my soul
Hear my silver tongue, see my coffers overflow
Does your 4-0-1 look tired?
Do your returns make you cry?
I’m the Goldman Sachs chairman
Who beat the sub-prime.
It’s a simple math equation
When you play our shell game
Sell to those you bet against, then clean up when they flame
No our morals won’t entice you,
And it’s doubtful we’ll do time
I’m the Goldman Sachs chairman
You’re paid for our crime
Who says greed will never help you?
Don’t let someone feed you lines.
I’m the Goldman Sachs chairman
I’m av'rice refined.
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Copyright 2010 Warren Baker
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