Ken Lay is crooked - money, he took it.
CEO's crooked; fleeced his company.
Hey, Bush Baby... don't you think maybe
EnronGate just might end your monarchy?

Lay was a hot shot lord over Capitol Hill.
It made no sense not to be Bush's shill.
And so he'd shop; paid the access fee.
And Lay was gonna have fun, then lost his company.

Ken Lay is crooked - money, he took it. CEO's crooked; fleeced his company.

This crime's not petty; just see the confetti.
Arthur Andersen shreds; stalls for time quickly.
Lay was cookin' ... books; no one's been lookin'
Then he fleeces his unsteady company.

They ought to throw Lay the book for his offense.
Lay made millions; workers got cents.
In jail's where he should spend his old age.
Ex-workers curse his name, and they shake with rage.

Ken Lay is crooked - money, he took it.
CEO's crooked; fleeced his company.

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