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On the trading floor
interest is high
Beneath a FTSE readout
I catch your eye
We exchange numbers under - exchange rates and numbers
I've been in the red, the pink, and many shades of umber.
For three quarters now, I've dealt with things manually
Quantitative easing, for a small rise annually
Investing in oil below my equator
Craving a bonus, for which I alone cannot cater
Nobody gets fiscal quite like me
My ***'s quite a fist-full -
and I think you'll agree
that the growths on my graph are outrageous
But don't get your hopes up
they aren't contagious
Though they are contiguous
and mounting yearly
Government officials fawn to - and fear me.
I'm the envy of all in the corporate square mile
and you can attest that I'm fecund and virile
I propose a transaction
in the strictest of confidence
I don't want it leaking in a meeting or conference
I wish to wriggle my fingers into your silk-lined purse
use the proceeds to fill my hedge-fund with Damien Hirsts
Withdrawals and deposits in rapid succession
Liquidating your assets to escape this recession
The economy hits a slump
but my fractional reserves
allow me to give you the stimulation you deserve
You're my prime market
I turn you around
You shrug: "In for the penny, in for the pound"
Nobody gets fiscal quite like me
My ***'s quite a fist-full
and I think you'll agree
that the growths on my graph are outrageous
but don't get your hopes up
they aren't contagious
Though they are contiguous
and mounting yearly
Government officials fawn to and fear me
I'm the envy of all in the corporate square mile
and you can attest that I'm fecund and virile
We're free market miracles and we've done it together
I feel like a billion buck when I'm wrapped in your leather
I'm playing the system like a mandolin
and all of my workers speak Mandarin
I'm a blue-chip capitalist
captain of industry
The local state employees are all in with me
We're in each-others pockets, dockets and sockets
the fingers of children are fuelling our rockets
I am god
My wallets burst at their seams
I splash out on the cadaver of John Maynard Keynes