Those business men parading down the pub,
Making dodgy deals and in cahoots,
With all the criminals down at the club.
But actually in fact you never know,
They might be just a thick as two short planks,
Perhaps those clever trappings are for show
Not everyone is smart who works in banks.
It's not that I don't wish them all the best
We all try hard to scrape a living wage
I have nothing to say, I don't detest,
No one for trying to break out of their cage.
And actually I pity and admire
All those for whom wealth is the soul's desire.