BAD NEWS BOOGIE (© Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan)

Written in escalating disbelief as international financial wizards first nose-dived the economy, ruining thousands of honest investors and re-possessing their hard won homes, collected staggering bail-outs of tax-payers’ money - namely, the money paid by many of those whom they had ruined - and then blithely carried on exactly as before, while continuing to award themselves the usual obscene bonuses.

Everybody's talkin' 'bout the Bad News Boogie.
Put all your money into stocks and bonds.
Then hang down your head like ol' Tom Dooley,
And when you turn around again, every penny is gone.

So you leg it to the office of your trust-fund manager.
Last time he looked, he says, your money was there.
He claims he doesn't understand the nature of the damage,
but he's made a pretty penny, so why should he care.

Don't fly, don't drive if you want to stay alive,
spend your holidays in your own back yard.
But you notice that the jet-set haven't got the message yet.
You get the feeling that they don't try very hard.

Here's a funny-money man who made a little mistake,
several million dollars floated out of his door.
But he's not the one to break, he gets a golden handshake
and walks away richer than he was before.

Still, you work hard day and night, try to do what's right.
Friendly bank urges you to take a loan.
Then, when you're in deep, can't sleep, debts that you can't keep,
trust the friendly bank to repossess your home.

Footsie, Dax and, don't forget, the taxman
will strip you to your knickers for your last five pounds.
But if you owe a thousand grand then he will understand.
That's the way the big boys make the money go round.

WAP, texts, credit checks, points on the Index.
Sell up when they tell you, at an all-time high.
Live in Never Never Land, dreaming of the future and
when you shake your money tree pigs might fly.

Uncle Dagobert, Scrooge. Après nous le déluge.
If you're making money then it must be fine.
Push it to the very brink, sit back and watch it sink.
Government bail-outs, and you're first in line.

Everybody's talkin' 'bout the Bad News Boogie.
You put all your money into stocks and bonds.
Hang down your head like ol' Tom Dooley,
And when you turn around again, every penny is gone.