Well, where oh where can the takings be?
All stored where we can never see.
They’re not SS men, but they simply aren’t good,
And yet they plead their “neutral” case to all the world.

It was back in the day, the Second World War—
They knew how they could make a score.
There could be dough, make some bread;
The Vater called, and here’s what they said:
We got some gold, and it is shiny bright;
To sell it will help our finance plight.
Turned a blind eyes and bussed some ass—
The gainful team grabbed the gelt fast.

So spare the game of “neutrality.”
These whores cooked books for the Nazis.
They’re not SS men, but they simply aren’t good,
And still they peddle “neutral” shtik to all the world.

Tills were filling up from storing pounds and pounds
Of gold stolen, even molar crowns.
We’re since warned: we can’t believe their lies—
What goes on in all those bank vaults at night?
They’d take from dead the bullion that was bled
From the corpses. . .just a little vile.
I hold my nose at fibs of the bad Swiss.
I’ll never forget whose butts they did kiss.
It’s all a con—oh, they’re neutral; they won’t fight. . .
Except bringing bad deeds to light.

So spare the claims of “neutrality”—
It’s more cooked up than fakery.
They’re not SS men, but they treated ’em good,
And still they scheme; and gain from the worst of the world.

CON……………………
federatio Geltvetica…………….