Robin the hoodie streetwise and cool
With his image in decay
Though that theft was pretty cruel
As crime thought not to pay
He would give up his outlaw ways
Investing his new salvation
Borrowing from those that can pay
To indulge in speculation.
To the poor that could not pay
He lent more than they need
To buy houses with no survey
And stimulate their greed
Low payments made was not enough
To keep the money flowing
Other investors noses to the trough
Must keep the bubble growing
Bundles of his worthless bonds
Disguised to hide his crime
With other banks would correspond
Calling them Subprime
His merry band soon diversified
Spreading risk and traces
The insurance market they would try
Firm handshakes and embraces
Selling up and then buying gold
Before chicks come to roost
Living on the fat of junk they sold
From suckers they seduced
Now they sit watching money men
Far too stupid to mention
Repeating mistakes time and again
Reaping excessive pension
Laid Marion could never earn
Such bonuses on her back
Once city men began to learn
Control was less than slack
Alan a Dale picked up his lute
With a warning in his song
For the silly men in pinstripe suit
Believing Lemmings never wrong
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