Lyrics:

I met him on a Monday, when my sheets were spread
At Enron-ron-ron, at Enron-ron
The lawyers want the truth, but they won't find a shred
At Enron-ron-ron, at Enron-ron

Kenneth Lay's afraid
No one will get paid
Guess they all got laid
By Enron-ron-ron, by Enron-ron

And if you think Dick Cheney tried to use his cloud
For Enron-ron-ron, for Enron-ron
Well maybe that's the reason that he's hiding out
He's gone-gone-gone-gone, he's gone-gone-gone

We'll go to the pen
We'll get five to ten
But guess who's counting them?
The guys at Arthur Andersen