To bankruptcy court I am fleeing,
This cop out is calling to me,
I’ve spoken to Irv my accountant,
He says it’s my best strategy.
Bankrupt, bankrupt,
There’s creditors at my front door,
My door;
Need a,
Court date,
Before Congress changes the law.
The stock market took down my savings,
It’s years since I got my last raise,
My bills keep on growing like fungus,
There’s just one way out of this maze.
Bankrupt, bankrupt,
There’s creditors at my front door,
My door;
Need a,
Court date,
Before Congress changes the law.
I’m woefully overextended,
When the phone rings I shake and I twitch,
The gap twixt my debts and my assets,
Makes the Grand Canyon look like a ditch.
Bankrupt, bankrupt,
There’s creditors at my front door,
My door;
Need a,
Court date,
Before Congress changes the law.
To see more of Michael’s funny songs and poetry, which emphasize
satirical verse about financial themes, check out his website: http://www.wallstreetpoet.com.