Old MacDonald had a farm
Now he hasn’t got a barn
Can’t buy breakfast can’t by lunch
Blames it on the credit crunch
Oh Mr. Banker - you and all your brood
Have pauperised McDonald
The man who grows our food
Miss Bo-Peep has got no sheep
There are nights that she can’t sleep
Said she lost the whole damn bunch
Blames it was the credit crunch
Oh Mr. Banker don’t you feel shame?
Miss Bo Peep’s a working girl and you’re the one to blame
Because of banker’s sub-prime crimes all these people have hard times
Because the banker’s greedy honest folks are needy
Georgie Porgie puddin’ ‘n’ pie
Busted nose and big black eye
There was no fight there was no punch
Ran into the credit crunch
Oh Mr. Baker Georgie’s sad today
When he tries to kiss the girls they all run away
Willie Winkie runs round town
Dressed in just a nightie gown
Taking pills he is depressed
They say his house was repossessed
Oh Mr. Banker you and all your schemes
Willie’s living nightmares –instead of dreaming dreams
You speculate accumulate leave your victims to their fate
Because the banker’s greedy honest folks are needy
Jack and Jill went up the hill
They couldn’t pay the water bill
Now they can’t afford the rent
Jack’s out looking for a tent
Oh Mr. Banker Jack tumbling down
Then you picked his pockets as he lay on the ground
Old King Cole had fiddlers three
Gave them their redundancy
Those merry souls played reels and jigs
Now they can’t get any gigs
Oh Mr. Banker you have brought bad news
Old King Cole once played his pipes but now he sings the blues
When your plan hits the fan – the banker is a no where man
When honest folks are in despair he’s the man who wasn’t there
When London Bridge is falling down you’ll find the banker has left town
Because the banker’s greedy honest folks are needy
