There was an old Man in a turban Who kept saying: I'm no dead man. The Karat may have turned a stick But look, my skin's no less thick, Beat around, Bush'll save the N-plan.
He sticks a feather in his turban On the day of the bail out plan And all we do is hope and pray That the stocks will move to white from grey Else, I'm sure I'll gibber like a madman!
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He sticks a feather in his turban
On the day of the bail out plan
And all we do is hope and pray
That the stocks will move to white from grey
Else, I'm sure I'll gibber like a madman!
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