American Tie

Bye Bye American Tie,

Drove your balance sheet to the ground ,while aiming high

And good old boys were taking risky bets, why

Saying this will be the day I will fly

This will be the day I fly

 

 

 

It happened in a land far away,

American suits and ties went to play,

With exotic mortgages and collateral held sway.

The jesters they were, they passed securities

Bought and Sold ,each one in piece.

There was nobody to stop the band,

And music played ,and the players danced.

Then I got the news the day the music died.

I started singing –

 

Bye Bye American Tie,

Drove your balance sheet to the ground ,while aiming high

And good old boys were taking risky bets, why

Saying this will be the day I will fly

This will be the day I fly

 

My hands were clenched in fists of rage,

Bad news from front to last page,

I was going to lose my mortgage,

And no one could tell me why.

The day the music died.