Lyrics:

He's got the smile of a king on a desert isle
Who's been pleased by the dancing girls
He's got the grin on his chin that's up to style
With a smile on his pretty world
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry
Countin' all his money in the sky
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
He's a greedy little man with a grabbin’ hand
Wheelin’ deals on a little red phone
Company policy makes it clear
That the customer's always wrong
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry
Countin' all his money in the sky
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
See the big grey building made of steel
Doesn't hide nor does it heal
All the tears and the pain of the families
Of the men from which you steal
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry
Countin' all his money in the sky
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith and Jones