Can anyone lend me ten
billion quid?
Why do you look so glum? Was it something I did?
So I caused a second great depression, what can I say
I guess I got a bit carried away
If I say I'm sorry will you give me the money?
You know me
The complete banker in a black Bentley
Sweet Samantha riding next to me
Oh how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free
The complete banker in my Armani
Before the rancour and disharmony
Well money makes the world go round
And round and down the drain
We went to war on the floor of the exchange
To all of us it was just a big game
But God I loved it, making a profit from somebody's loss
I never knew exactly whose money it was
And I did not care as long as there was lots for me
The complete banker in a black Bentley
Sweet Samantha riding next to me
Oh how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free,
The complete banker in my Armani
Before the anger and the inquiries
Well money makes the world go round
And round and down the drain
We'll learn the lessons, run tests and analyse
We'll crunch the numbers cause the numbers never lie
Maybe this recession is a blessing in disguise
We can build a much much bigger bubble the next time
And leave the rest to clean our mess up
Well that's just me
The complete banker in a black Bentley
Margaret Thatcher riding next to me
Oh how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free
I'm the complete banker
I'm a conscience-free malignant cancer on society
And one day you'll let your guard down
And I'll come round again
Why do you look so glum? Was it something I did?
So I caused a second great depression, what can I say
I guess I got a bit carried away
If I say I'm sorry will you give me the money?
You know me
The complete banker in a black Bentley
Sweet Samantha riding next to me
Oh how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free
The complete banker in my Armani
Before the rancour and disharmony
Well money makes the world go round
And round and down the drain
We went to war on the floor of the exchange
To all of us it was just a big game
But God I loved it, making a profit from somebody's loss
I never knew exactly whose money it was
And I did not care as long as there was lots for me
The complete banker in a black Bentley
Sweet Samantha riding next to me
Oh how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free,
The complete banker in my Armani
Before the anger and the inquiries
Well money makes the world go round
And round and down the drain
We'll learn the lessons, run tests and analyse
We'll crunch the numbers cause the numbers never lie
Maybe this recession is a blessing in disguise
We can build a much much bigger bubble the next time
And leave the rest to clean our mess up
Well that's just me
The complete banker in a black Bentley
Margaret Thatcher riding next to me
Oh how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free
I'm the complete banker
I'm a conscience-free malignant cancer on society
And one day you'll let your guard down
And I'll come round again
Devia passar mais vezes na rádio e na televisão.
É verdade que os senhores governantes da tutela e os grandes empresários da comunicação social que trabalham em equipa não gostariam que dissessem que o complete banker, com a Thatcher ao lado, tinham engendrado a segunda grande depressão e se estavam preparando para na próxima criarem uma bolha ainda maior.
Não ligava bem com o discurso dos pensionistas e funcionários públicos serem os responsáveis pela crise.
Mas como diz a canção, o banqueiro perfeito é um cancro maligno da sociedade a quem não pesa a consciencia.
Pena já se conhecerem técnicas que poderiam curar, mesmo sem extirpar, e não se aplicarem.
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