"Black Friday"
Words and Music by Hair Knight
Appears on Pied
Piper
The Dow is falling. Trump is crying.
Everywhere there's brokers dying.
Plunging down to the cold cement.
They scream out the broker's lament:
"Yen is sailing! Dollar's failing!
You don't know what my life's entailing.
Those little numbers on the screen.
You just can't know what they mean.
My life! My job! My Volvo! My money!"
They scream as they fall. I find it quite funny.
Tension headaches. Ulcers, worries.
Sit back, enjoy life. There's no hurry.
So who cares if you get a little dirty?
You won't die of a heart attack before you're thirty.
A new day rises like an ice cream sundae.
Black Friday's over and now it's Monday.
What's left behind of the Dow's defeat
is little bits of stockbroker on the street.
© 1991 Just A Song
