Crooks In White Collars

Crooks In White Collars
(Sung to the tune of "Nights In White Satin" by The Moody Blues)

(long instrumental intro)

Crooks in white collars,
Who all called Bush their friend.
Enron was smitten
To its ignoble end.

Booty, these crooks won't miss.
Took their prize off-shore.
Just what the truth is,
Lay won't say any more.

Let's ask W...
Let's ask W...
Yeah, let's ask W...

Laid off their people
At their command.
What they weren't showing you
Was their theft, so grand.

Scandal's so smelly.
Graft they cannot defend.
Bush doesn't want to be
Dead meat in the end.

Let's ask W...
Let's ask W...
Let's ask W...

(instrumental break)

Crooks in white collars,
Who all called Bush their friend.
Enron was smitten
To its ignoble end.

Booty, these crooks won't miss.
Took their prize off-shore.
Just what the truth is,
Lay won't say any more.

Let's ask W...
Let's ask W...
Yeah, let's ask W...

(instrumental break)

Let's ask W...
Let's ask W...
Yeah, let's ask W...

(long instrumental ending)

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