Ant Smith

Poetry With Audio

Credit Crunch

I believe Manhandelson is doing it again

I believe in truth and lies

I don't believe in Spin

Jump you bastards, said the headline

Even Ocean Finance has gone bust

Can Manhandelson save us this time,

With his creepy bony weirdy touch?

Knees up mother Brown, knees up mother Brown

Knees up, knees up, got to have a knees up

Knees up Gordon Brown

Even Ocean Finance has gone bust

Counting countless credit crunches

With his creepy bony weirdy touch.

Concertina folding futures over gourmet expensed lunches

Sing a song of six pence, pocket full of lies

The king is in his counting house, eating all the pies

Counting countless credit crunches

Funny money, dirty laundry, soiling yours, despoiling mine

Concertina folding futures over gourmet expensed lunches

Unchecked greed, is the only crime

I believe Manhandelson is doing it again

I believe in truth and lies

I don't believe in Spin

Funny money, dirty laundry, soiling yours, despoiling mine

Can Manhandelson save us this time,

Unchecked greed, is the only crime

Jump you bastards, said the headline

Poetry With Audio