Because of these guys,
We have much pain,
We have much sorrow.
Their acts were unwise,
Which caused them to beg and to borrow.

AIG, wretched and wrong;
Now it never ends--
There’s still more swag to con.
Bad deeds list is long,
Still they’re gonna feed
On you and me. . .bleed on.

Thieves swallow our dimes,
And they will ask for more tomorrow,
Because we must fulfill all of their greed
So they can net mo’.

AIG, wretched and wrong;
In D.C. they’ve friends--
There’s still more swag to con.
Bad deeds list is long,
Still they’re gonna feed
While their cronies lead on.

They just call on their brother
Who helped with the scam:
Timothy, who helps them to thieve on. . .
Sat at the feet of Paulson, an even worse man,
The chief thief who helped all these creeps con.

Now there’s a load that we have to bear--
The numbers, scary--
For these loathsome toads
Who’ve made inroads
To the Treasury.

They just call on their brother
Who gypped the taxman:
Timothy, who helps them to thieve on
And had his beak up Paulson, an even worse scam,
The chief thief at whose feet Timmy fawned.

Now there’s a load that we have to bear--
The numbers, scary--
For these loathsome toads
Who’ve got their chodes
Up our cavity.

Awl me (and breech my back end). . . .