(Martha Stewart)
He was a fool to ever trade inside,
Would sell at sixty if the stock did slide.
When sixty it's at, sell those stocks,
All out flat,
So liquidize I told him,
'Cause I can't stand pat, nay, nay.

(Peter Bacanovic)
She was grieving her portfolio,
That ImClone stock was sinkin' mighty low.
She has a way which she becomes,
Such a nasty bitch,
I don't recall I told her,
Take her stock and pitch, nay, nay.

(Martha Stewart)
So indicted, didn't think they could,
So indicted, now my ass is wood.
Thought stocks they would split,
My broker's one stupid shit.
I must have been short sighted,
'Cause I'm so indicted, hey, hey.

Instrumental Interlude

(Peter Bacanovic)
I liked the trading on the street named Wall,
Messed up my life,
Just making one phone call.
In jail for a crime,
With Bubba's member size nine.
I gave you what you want,
I'm the one doin' time, hey, hey.

(Martha Stewart)
I can't go losin' money, I won't pay,
Now I'm here in court, I'm having my day.
I won't acquiesce, there's no comments, I'm pissed,
I'll get my act together,
I'll get this dismissed, today.

(Both)
Cover, cover tried to cover up,
They won't be happy 'til we're both bankrupt.
They'll be fines to pay,
We won't be contrite,
We're gonna wage the war,
As long as we can fight, hey, hey.