Sent this in to Treason show a while ago... It's to the tune of Land down under by men at work - It's better if you know the song
I thought it was quite topical.
Bank gone under
Going in on a Monday morning
At six am and full of caffeine
I had a strange feeling, it made me nervous
I saw my boss who bought me breakfast
Did you know that our bank's gone under?
All of us bankers have blundered
Can't you see bankers now must plunder?
So we should too or else we'll get the hunger
Stealing bread from a man in Wood Green
He was muscular and lived on protein
I said can you spare a small sandwich
He just punched me, he speaka no English
And I cried
The bank where I work's gone under
All of us bankers have blundered
Can't you see bankers now must plunder?
So I must too if not I'll get the hunger
Lying in a street near Big Ben
With jar of coins and selling cheap pens
I cried to a man "Can you spare me some coinage?
I need some gold for to pay the mortgage"
And he said
Has the bank where you work gone under?
All of you bankers have blundered
Finance world, it was torn asunder
But things won't change lest labour go under.
And here is how it fits with the original song....
(Just in case... because even the original song had a few too many syllables in some of the lines for the tune - e.g. the vegemite sandwich line)
Bank gone under
Goin' in on a Mon - day morning
Travel - ing in a fried - out combie
At six am and full of caffeine
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I had a strange feeling, it made me nervous
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
I saw my boss who took me for breakfast
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And he said
And she said,
Did you know that our bank's gone under
Do you come from a land down under?
All of us bankers have blundered
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you see bankers now must plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
So we should too or else we'll get the hunger
You bet - ter run, you bet - ter take cover."
Stealing bread from a man in Wood Green
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was mus - cu - lar and lived on protein
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said can you spare a small sandwich
I said, Do you speak-a my language?"
He just punched me, he speaka no English
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
And I cried
The bank where I work's gone under
I come from a land down under
All of us ban - kers have blundered
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you see bankers now must plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
So I must too if not I'll get the hunger
You better run, you bet-ter take cover.
Lying in a street near Big Ben
Lying in a den in Bom - bay
With a jar of coins and selling cheap pens
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I called to a man "Can you spare me some coin - age?
I said to the man "Are you try -ing to tempt me
I need some gold for to pay the mortgage"
Be - cause I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said
And he said,
Has the bank where you work gone under?
Do you come from a land down under?
All of you ban - kers have blundered
Where women glow and men plunder?
Fi - nance world It was torn a - sunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
But things won't change lest labour go under.
You bet - ter run, you better take cover.