Boardroom
Blues
Evelyn and Leilah - they sure lived by their wits
Entertained by her majesty at tea they did sit
Scammin' lots of other greedy upper class twits
But she said “Hey, I don’t feel nervous.”
“It sure beats the hell out of selling ass and tits
And turnin' those cheesy dominatrix tricks,
With my tight leather corset and my big black whip
Givin' head to the chamber of commerce.”
I was sittin’ sweet and pretty in my snakeskin shoes.
Working in the city 'til I heard the news.
Oh the sorrow and the pity; I’ve got those boardroom
blues.
The Princess was afraid she knew that MI5
Was really out to get her; she didn’t think she would
survive.
She had a premonition she would not get out alive
From the car crash she knew that they were plannin.'
She wouldn’t keep her mouth shut; she wouldn’t play the
part.
She went on TV to tell the world he broke her heart.
With her lovers and her landmines, she upset their apple
cart
Don’t you think all that goes without sayin?
I was sittin’ sweet and pretty in my snakeskin shoes.
Working in the city 'til I heard the news.
Oh the sorrow and the pity; I’ve got those boardroom
blues.
But princes and presidents are not to blame.
They don’t realise that they’re just pawns in the game.
That’s played out behind the scenes by those who have
no name.
But who think they know where we are headin.'
Those puppet masters are the ones who pull the strings.
They get us dancing to their tune to fulfill their every
whim.
Regime change is nothin new .. its always been their
thing.
But stay cool now don’t you be frettin.
I was sittin’ sweet and pretty in my snakeskin shoes.
Working in the city 'til I heard the news.
Oh the sorrow and the pity; I’ve got those boardroom
blues.
Alberto Calvi was left hanging down at old Blackfrairs
With stones in his pocketsm but where did he expire?
It was P2 and the Vatican that lit his funeral pyre,
Why don’t you just go ask Berlusconi?
But P2 was a set up by the KGB,
They got all those rich Italian guys to believe it was
their scene,
then they exposed their little plot and the Left seemed
oh-so-squeaky-clean,
And the communists nearly won the election,
I was sittin’ sweet and pretty in my snakeskin shoes.
Working in the city 'til I heard the news.
Oh the sorrow and the pity; I’ve got those boardroom
blues.
All Mafias, they love to deal in fear and intrigue.
They’re movin' and groovin' - they like to keep up to
speed,
Abramovich is playin in the Premier League;
He’s got the headhunters to launder his money,
We love a good conspiracy; it makes our day.
Like trying to figure out just who did shoot JFK
Oh didn’t you know it was down to ????
No, really, I’m not trying to be funny.
I was sittin’ sweet and pretty in my snakeskin shoes.
Working in the city 'til I heard the news.
Oh the sorrow and the pity; I’ve got those boardroom
blues.
But does it really matter does anybody give a damn?
When so many heads are buried deep in the sand.
They’re only into makin' money and they do love Uncle
Sam
Any thoughts of dissent are long abandoned
The Trilats the Bilderbergs think they know what’s best
So we just leave them to it cos you know we can’t be
arsed
We’re all just far to busy and politics is a farce
Are you comin to the pub? I’ll get a round in.
I was sittin’ sweet and pretty in my snakeskin shoes.
Working in the city 'til I heard the news.
Oh the sorrow and the pity; I’ve got those boardroom
blues.
Copyright © 2004 by MarthaDTox
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