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Son of a bitch, son of a bitch
I say son of a bum
A female cur can birth a Sir
But a bum begets a bum.

VERSE 1
The banker stands with his hand out
The banker rattles his cup
Uncle Sam goes and gets the keys
And the Treasury opens up.

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The good man teaches his children
The shame it is to beg
There goes the banker and his well-fed kids
With the goose and the golden egg.

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Lords of war in their corporate lairs
Where all the guns were made
Don’t give a piss for the doughboy now
Their bonus was already paid.

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Britain and France owed millions
Congress forgave the debt
Try that one time at the five and dime
And see what you all get.

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If you get drunk on moonshine
The cops are at your door
If your drink is fine champagne
The mayor himself will pour.

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The rich man talks about taxes
The rich man he ought to know
He bought the folks on Capitol Hill
Just to keep his taxes low.

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I could go on forever
Well maybe one more verse
The rich and the rest are in different worlds
And the rich one ain’t the worse.

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