Lyrics:

2014
Writer(s): Ian Anderson

Education, micro-managed
MBA: a doddle mastered
City-bound, Canary Wharf
A cushy number, fluky bastard
Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins

Hedge funds, wraps and equities
Lackeys, aides in fierce attendance
Trusts and gilts, reserve currencies
Liquid gold in safe ascendance
Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins

Treat myself to quality time, test a Porsche and snort a line
Eat Hermione for lunch
Set that glum PA a-jumping
Book front row tickets for something after we munch

Fast-tracked futures, and hard-nut traders
Feeding frenzy, pigs a-troughing
Fuelled by forecasts, and hot share options
Big fat bonus in the offing

Draconian calls for regulation
Are drowned in latte with Starbucks muffin
Mortgage melt-down: non est mea culpa
Threatened exit, stage left, laughing...
Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins
Banker bets, cheque's in the post: not worth the ink it's written in