There must be some way out of here, said the broker to the chief
There's so much infusion, yet no sign of relief
Businessmen, they slink and whine, pleading for rebirth
None of them along the line know what credit swaps are worth

No reason to get excited, the chief he calmly spoke
There are many here among us who needn't fear of going broke
And you and I, we must get packed, for this is not our fate
So let us not walk slowly now, the corporate jet awaits

All along the beltline, watchdogs slept in view
While all the weasels came and went, snaring prey to screw
Outside in the markets, a bailout did fail
Insiders were rejoicing, the world began to wail