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 Ed Pickford © prs


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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Privatise the Profits - Nationlise the Losses