The pound is sinking, the peso’s falling The lira’s reeling and feeling quite appalling
The mark is holding, the franc is fading The drachma’s very weak, but everyone’s still trading The market’s bottom has fallen right out And only the strong are survivors
Well, I fear, my dear, that it’s eminently clear That you can’t see the trees for the forest Your father was an extraordinary man But you don’t seem to have inherited many of his mannerisms Oh, any of his mannerisms
The dollar’s moving, the ruble’s rising The yen is keeping up, which hardly seems surprising The market’s bottom has fallen right out And only the stout are survivors
Hear me, my lover (Hear me lover) I can’t be held responsible now (Oh no, it wasn’t me) For something that didn’t happen (I didn’t do it anyway) I knew you for a minute Oh, it didn’t happen only for a minute Your heart just wasn’t in it anymore Mmm, hmm
The pound is sinking, the peso’s falling The lira’s reeling and feeling quite appalling