As i was commuting one day to the city,
I met me a beggar all standing alone.
He asked for a hand-out, I showed him no pity,
And as I passed on he was making this moan:

There's oil in the desert, there's oil in the jungle,
There's oil 'neath the ice caps, there's oil 'neath the sea,
There's oil out in Asia, but if it's the case, ya
Should care, just the dole queue is waiting for me.

I was an accountant, we audited Enron,
Who gave us fine whiskey and corporate lunches;
So how d'you expect that we knew what went on,
While swimming in chardonnay, port and rum punches.

There's slugs in the cabbages, snails in the roses,
Snakes in the grass and there's rats in the hay;
But crooks in the boardroom, like snot up your nose is
The damnedest affliction that won't go away.
 

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Last updated: Sun, 17 Feb 2002.