Another financial parody based on the lyrics of ‘Paper Roses’.
The real lies the day your guise aggrieved me.
With lenders, crooks and agents booked thereof.
So squirrel away the monies that you sold me
And spend the find that lined one’s pocket glove.
Paper tigers, paper tigers —
Oh, how surreal those tigers guarantee!
Rides of market fluctuations
Fear and trepidations, far from free.
I thought that you were working under cover.
You seemed to pull down money with your charts.
But like the instruments they’re made of paper.
There isn’t any monkey throwing darts.
Paper tigers, paper tigers —
Oh, how surreal those tigers guarantee!
Rides of market fluctuations
Fear and trepidations, far from free.
Echo: Fear and trepidations, far from free.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…