Wall Street Bailout Bill Blows!

This Blows (sung to the tune of "The Rose") see link by Quincy Some say (neo) cons are like a letter That comes from Nigeria Some say cons promise shares of fortunes That bankers claim comes from China Some say cons will make us hungry An endless aching need I say cons are like a pig-in-a-poke Who eat the whole bag of feed It’s the bank afraid of breaking That’s never learned to ask Why a Ponzi scheme as grand as this one Could fall so bloody fast It’s the cons who won’t be hauled off To Rikers Island soon And the scammers selling bogus financial instruments Like lots of rocks-on-the moon. When the news is full of baloney That you have to turn the tee-vee off And you think that cons are only A bunch of big jack-offs Just remember in November beneath the bitter snows Lies a President Who is connected To Wall Street And hey, this blows.