His name was Ken Lay, he was an exec
With leather cov'ring on his chair and bottom line way out to there
He'd make up comp'nies and faked the bo-oks
And while his toadies kissed his @$$, Dubya always took his cash
The truth's a troubling bore, was that number eight or four?
They were rich and they had stock options
Why'd they ask for more?

Place called Enron, Enron Financial
They made so much money, more than hell
Place called Enron, Enron Financial
Make them, not you, money; but now they're the dummies
At old Enron .... with morals like dirt

Arthur Anderson, they were accountants
Their rates, they said were fair, they saw Kenny fudgin' there
And when they finished, Ken was bowled over
Anderson went a bit too far, we got feathers and some tar
And then the shredding grew, no time to cry boo-hoo
There were lies and a big bankruptcy
But just who screwed who?

Place called Enron, Enron Financial
They made so much money, more than hell
Place called Enron, Enron Financial
Make them, not you, money; but now they're the dummies
At old Enron .... you lost your shirt

His name is Ken Lay, he was an exec
But that was thirty years ago, when they closed the jailhouse door
Now he's a convict, indictment did stick
Uses tin toilets, no more chairs, felt the other jailbirds stare
One time he tried to hide, and now they've canned his hide
He lost his job and he lost his money
No one's on his side!

Place called Enron, Enron Financial
They made so much money, more than hell
Place called Enron, Enron Financial
Make them, not you, money; but now they're the dummies
At old Enron .... you'll lose your worth
You'll lose your worth...