Bankers All

My essential executive job with a W should be spelt
But as a stalwart banker I can’t tighten my belt
You may think my salary simply can’t be justified
Just because I’ve cheated, robbed you all and lied

The thing you folks don’t understand (and I’m not being funny)
I was born to be sleek and rich (and that takes lots of money)
If I didn’t drive a posh car Rolls and Bentley might go broke
I’m only thinking of the job of you the blebby bloke

What’s that? You say I’m arrogant that I don’t give a toss?
And that I get rewarded for creating massive loss?
You see you just don’t understand that whoever bears the onus
It’s your job to pay more tax so I still get my bonus

I could sell my ‘talent’ overseas get another post with ease
At least that’s what I tell you all whilst wallowing in sleaze
I’ve only got two working parts my arsehole and my gob
Like politicians they’re interchangeable it’s why I keep my job

So next time when you’re overdraft you simply cannot pay
I’ll listen with greatest sympathy then take your house away
I know you think it’s very harsh, a hard and cruel blow
But I’ve simply got to do it to maintain the status quo

So here endeth the lesson I hope you’ve got it now
That bankers are all demigods to whom you scrape and bow
You see we are the movers who control the universe
And ever will it be so no matter how perverse