S&L Man

I am a looter, of the highest degree,
A pinstripe-Stripe-suited, of the thrift industry.
I have an MBA, I got a PHD.
I drive a Rolls Royce, contribute to the GOP.
My 60-roon mansion has gold-plated toilet pipes.
My 90-foot yacht flies the stars and stripes.
My toga parties go on for days and days
I’ll take your savings you worked so hard to get,
Spend it on junk bonds and other bullshit.
Buy me some congressmen, to keep it all legit.
And when the bills come due, make YOU pay for it.

I am a swindler, I skim the public at will,
A well-respected crook, one of the folks on the hill,
A wealthy tax dodger, always a step above the law,
A suburban jolly roger, a new kind of bourgeois.
I’m an upper-class outlaw, a thievin’ sonofabitch.
I steal from the poor and give to the rich.
I’m Chairman of the Bored, an original fat-cat,
A robber baron, a modern-day aristocrat.
I don’t give a shit about anybody else.
I just want your life savings to increase my wealth.
I don’t care how much trouble my greed brings about.
I got some friends in congress who’ll bail me out.

If you’re in the middle class trying to make ends meet,
They’ll put you in jail if you steal or cheat.
If you’re at the bottom of the barrel, selling junk on the street,
You can bet one thing for sure, you’re gonna feel the heat.
But if you own an S and L, you are one of the elite
Whose free to sell your junk, and do as you please.
And if you get caught, there is no punishment,
When you got friends at the top, or your dad’s the president.

I’ll take your savings you worked so hard to get,
Spend it on junk bonds and other bullshit.
Buy some congressmen to keep it all legit;
And when the bill comes due, make you pay for it.

(‘Cause) I’m an S&L Man, I’m an S&L Man.