Bankster Tribune

Do the Wall Street shuffle, hear the money rustle. Watch the greenbacks tumble, feel the Sterling crumble.

You need a yen to make a mark, if you wanna make money. You need the luck to make a buck, if you wanna be Getty, Rothschild. You've gotta be cool on Wall Street.

You've gotta be cool on Wall Street, when your index is low. Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums. They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets. They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime, but you ain't got the time. Doin' the.... Doin' the....

Oh, Howard Hughes, did your money make you better? Are you waiting for the hour when you can screw me? 'Cos you're big enough.

To do the Wall Street Shuffle, let your money hustle. Bet you'd sell your mother, you can buy another. Doin' the.... Doin' the....

You buy and sell, you wheel and deal, but you're living on instinct. You get a tip, you follow it and you make a big killing. On Wall Street.

When Black Friday comes I'll stand down by the door and catch the grey men when they dive from the fourteenth floor.When Black Friday comes, I'll collect everything I'm owed and before my friends find out I'll be on the road. When Black Friday falls you know it's got to be, don't let it fall on me.

When Black Friday comes I'll fly down to Muswellbrook. Gonna strike all the big red words from my little black book. Gonna do just what I please, gonna wear no socks and shoes with nothing to do but feed all the kangaroos. When Black Friday comes I'll be on that hill, you know I will.

When Black Friday comes I'm gonna dig myself a hole. Gonna lay down in it 'til I satisfy my soul. Gonna let the world pass by me, the Archbishop's gonna sanctify me. And if he don't come across I'm gonna let it roll. When Black Friday comes I'm gonna stake my claim, I'll guess I'll change my name.

Money, get away. Get a good job with good pay and you're okay. Money, it's a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. New car, caviar, four star daydream, think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back. I'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack. Money, it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set and I think I need a lear jet.

Money, it's a crime. Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie. Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.