Can anyone lend me ten billion quid?

Why do you look so glum, was it something I did?

So I caused the second great depression, what can I say?

I guess I got a bit carried away

If I say I'm sorry, will you give me the money?



In a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to me

Oh, how I hanker for the good old days

In my Armani, before the rancour and disharmony

Well money makes the world go round and round

and down the drain



We went to war on the floor of the exchange

To all of us it was just a big game

But God I loved it: making a profit from somebody's loss

I never knew exactly whose money it was

And I did not care as long as there was



In a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to me

Oh, how I hanker for the good old days

In my Armani, before the anger and the inquiries

Well money makes the world go round and round

and down the drain



We'll learn the lessons, run tests and analyze

We'll crunch the numbers, 'cause the numbers never lie

Well maybe this recession is a blessing in disguise

We can build a much much bigger bubble the next time

And leave the rest to clean our mess up



In a black Bentley, Margaret Thatcher right here next to me

Oh, how I hanker for the good old days

I'm a conscience free, malignant cancer on society

And one day you'll let your guard down