A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How the workplace used to make me smile
And I knew if I did my share
That I could make those people care
And, maybe, they would keep me for a while

The Fed. and Henry made me shiver
With every message they'd deliver
Bad news on the Big Board
Mortgage meltdown, I was floored

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about the massive slide
But something touched me deep inside
The day the market died

So,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
I'll be living in my skivvies
But my skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be my way till I die
This'll be my way till I die

Did you write the book of rules
And do you get rich off lesser fools
When the judges let you go
Do you believe in turnabout
Can money save your soul in doubt
And can you teach me anything I don't know

Well, I knew your ways were worse than sin
When you left me out there grov'lin' in
My Allen Edmund shoes
Man, I knew I'd nothin' to lose

I wore a fancy tailored three-piece suit
Had an airtight golden parachute
But I knew I would get the boot
The day the market died

I started singin,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
I'll be living in my skivvies
But my skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be my way till I die
This'll be my way till I die

Now for two weeks I've been on my own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it's meant to be
When the circumstances of Googling
In a twist of fate, to me did bring
An outlet for my love of parody

Oh, and while I pondered my new plight
The jesters here on amiright
Encouraged me to post
To them I send my toast
And while Ringo woke to prick my muse
And make me pay my union dues
No longer bothered by the news
The day the market died

I was singing,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
I'll be living in my skivvies
But my skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be my way till I die
This'll be my way till I die

Swinger flinger on a Jerry Springer
The bird flew off from a middle finger
Eight aisles back and flying fast
It landed near a sorry lass
Who was clutching to her backstage pass
With the bouncer on the sidelines in a cast

Now commercial time was sweet relief
While they touted instant cures for grief
If you would buy their brand
Oh, but I took my pen in hand
And I started writing lines so trite
But just to dull my appetite
To get my thinking off the fright
The day the market died

I started singing,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
I'll be living in my skivvies
But my skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be my way till I die
This'll be my way till I die

Oh, and there we were all in the hall
Wond'ring just how far it'd fall
And thinking it might never end
So come on: Ben be nimble, Hen' be quick
Cold cash riding on every trick
'Cause fear is the meltdown's only friend

Oh, and as I watched this play unfold
My hands were wrinkled, getting old
No gambler born in hell
Could spot that's market's tell
And as the shares plunged low into the night
I knew that something wasn't right
I saw hedgers laughing with delight
The day the market died

But I was singing,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
I'll be living in my skivvies
But my skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be my way till I die
This'll be my way till I die

I read a girlfriend's poetry
And she asked me for a melody
But I just frowned and turned to go
I went down to the music store
Where I bought a song I'd heard before
A song Chris Rea'd written long ago

And in the song, the verses screamed
A parody so pure and clean
There was no need to edit
The road to hell was credit
And those who caused this market rout
Should listen till their brains blow out
And then some day we'll laugh about
The day the market died

And we'll be singing,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
We'll be living in our skivvies
But our skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be our way till we die
This'll be our way till we die

Yeah, I'll be singing,
Bye-bye, this embarassin' tie
I'll be living in my skivvies
But my skivvies are dry
No more good old slacks with the button-up fly
Singin', this'll be my way till I die