Freddie and Fannie
Hey Freddie and Fannie
I am not your nanny,
yet I gave you the big pill
made of 800 bil.
Tell your buddies on Wall Street
whose mothers they would cheat,
that we’re throwin’ the law book
at each scumbag crook.
We’ll seize all the brute’s vile loot
and each golden parachute,
when they jump from the rooftop
we’ll hear a kerplop.
Then we’ll open the champaign
and sadness we won’t feign,
we’ll fashion their carpet bags
into closing bell flags.
For its full glory, listen to my YouTube vesion at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6UnHANluOw
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