Bailout Blues

I’m bankrupt and broken,
I’ve lost all my hair,
The merger fell through,
And I can’t find the stairs.

And my private Lear Jet,
It crashed in a swamp,
And my fourteenth wife Tina
Ran off with some chump

Who offered her roses
And a handful of toys
Then sold her to China
For eleven young boys.

Times have been darker;
Why, I recall a grim day
When my surfboard was drowned
And my maid ran away.

So I’m keeping my spirits
About me just now,
I sing in the shower,
And butcher a cow.

And the moon in the window
Looks lovely to me
The towers are lit,
The crow’s in the tree

And the sound of the sunrise
Due in an hour
Fills me with wonder
And summons the flowers

So I’m resting just easy
And don’t mind the noise
If you jump from the windows
You’ll miss the old joys.