It’s Raining Bankers

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Words and Music © Matthew Ebel Entertainment

Seems it’s happening again
when the weather turns on Wall Street.
As the year draws to an end
you can hear them like a heartbeat
as they pound the pavement,
one by one,
from on high they’re heading down.
It’s raining bankers in my town.

You would think they grow on trees;
they’re everywhere, the air is thick,
and as each one takes their leave
from a tower made of steel and brick
it would seem a golden parachute
doesn’t help to slow you down.
So it’s raining bankers all around.

La da dee dee da da daaa…

It’s a hurricane of pinstripe suits
and leather attachés.
It’s raining bankers everyday.

Maybe I could catch a few
on a cushion of internal revenue.
Though I spent my money wisely,
still it’s fun to hear them whine,
“will someone bail us out this time? (Please?)”

So I stand and speculate-
Maybe I should just rephrase that…
How ’bout this, I contemplate (yeah, that’s better)
how we’re going through this phase that
everybody knows ain’t permanent.
But still the Dow is down,
so it’s raining bankers in my town.