EXCUSE ME GOLDMAN SACHS by Dennis Doph

Touchdown Jesus. 37

Oh!
Excuse me dearest partners of the fearsome Goldman Sachs
It's a wonder your collective poop chute can ever quite relax
Don't mean to interrupt your appetite for chowing down your derivatives
As you cash out your endowments and unzip your manly privatives
We have given you a license to wheel & deal and profit while you play
As you piss on all the rest of us in the admiring USA
Bill Clinton gave the go ahead for your operations to be international
Baby Georgy stroked your hairy butts to make the effort that much more passional
Now Poppy O has got to go and hire Lawrence Geithner
Who is not exactly the avatar of a fiscal sphincter tightener
And the Daley scion from Chicago Zion may be a quicker picker upper
They all climb into the bed of the local Fed when they chow on down for supper
And the light brown bum of our favorite Crumb is their tastiest way to go
Displaying the amplomb of his Oahu Grandmom as their appetites grow & grow
While we are in arrears to these little dears This is time to twist and shout
As they surf the breakers in the Turks and Caikers they all yell, "Cash it out!"

So forget about the scandal of the way they handle the affairs of Dick and Rummy
There is nothing as delectable as the ghastly spectacle of a President on his tummy!