Banker wakes each morning – hip, hip, hooray
Swoops down to the city – hunting for his prey
Gambles with your money on a giant scale
Never has to worry – he’s too big to fail
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Privatise the profits - nationalise the losses
That’s the mantra chanted by the bankers and the bosses
They don’t care if it’s not fair or you think they are “tossers”
Privatise the profits and nationalise the losses
Money. Money, money, - banker rips you off
Gimme, gimme, gimme, – snout down in the trough
Economical bubbles – bursting round his head
He gets gold & silver – you end up with lead
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Banker chants the mantra – jingles all the way
He must feel like Santa – visits him each day
Spins the wheel of fortune – he can never lose
Bailout bums are winners – never sing the blues
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