Wild Bill Bailout sings:

Geithner Fit the Battle at A.I.G.

When citizens default, I triple-lock my vault

But some of my homies are too big to fail

Supersize their bonus, on the poor I'll put the onus

Anything to keep my broker's ass out of that jail


Unprecedented failure of our national securities

We must discover who could be to blame

Could be Osama, Obama,  or your mama

Heads we win, tails you lose

Main Street's cool but Wall Street rules

Won't you purchase our paper? Please do, I insist!

If you don't like it buddy, hey, default swap this

Paulson fit the market for Goldman-Sachs

And Wall Street's tumblin down


If there's no remaining capital what happens to our ism

I never ever thought I'd see the day

When government has a role to play

But it's true we're all set

We can wash away the debt

And profit if not learn from our collapse

I love shooting craps


Housing bubbles , Don't you whine

Makes me happy, Like a land mine


Lehman was lynched Merilly in the oh so Stern bear market

Bail out the banks and offer thanks, don't grouse

The economy's just lost one half it's worth

You've only lost your house

Profit's all gone

It was the era of the get

now it's time for socialism of the debt


As for the paradox of deleveraging

Which leads to alcoholic beveraging

The way to explain it, explain it to you nice is

That the selling of trash drives down prices


We want a clean plan, not just a mean plan

Why penalize the poor

Rich people who have lost more

than you mortgage moochers ever could have

It's not like the sky is falling

Though it's true your roof is gone

All is not lost but as it says in the sonnet

doggone it, we're working on it


There's no shortage of reportage on our mortgage meltdown so                       

Why not keep the next phase of the bailout on the down low

You'd never miss a million and you cannot spell quazillion

So why not leave it up to those who caused it, those who lost it,

Those who reverse santa claus'd it

Who believe in the American Dream

Especially the part about the Ponzi Scheme


A nation of whiners gets no golden parachute

When we're through you will be lucky if you've got a birthday suit

If we knew in advance what we were doing

it would be called mergers and precognitions

But we didn't and we don't so it's mergers and demolitions

depositions, inquisitions, extraditions


So what if we were all in a hypnotic trance

From which we awoke with the collapse of the tallest towers of finance

Rome wasn't bilked in a day

I know I drove this country into a train wreck

But I feel a sudden need for a a blank check

Please won't you buy my.........dreck

Have no fear

We won't let it happen again

This year