My Caddy with chrome and my Grand Prix
Make me giddy, I work for AIG
Well, I passed the bar, I'm bent to coddle and schmooze
Now, lots of fame here, as we hunt like squid
And we screenout, skin the poor, like kids
We're just whores adrift and given claims to sue

Well, we cussed and croaked when our cash flow broke
And we cut a lot of staff when our Chairman spoke
Our schemes went bad that night, control askew
No books to jiggle, our cash was dead
A free ride loan, was a gift from Fed
I tell ya, life was sleazy and Oh boy, let's sue.

Deal, they drew up slick as we screwed them clean
We're pissed and scarred at the blitzkrieg scene
The loan was sound and bound to hide our shame
With a faded Dow, we might swoon too far
And my perch, a one and done - disbar
But still our plan will save us, our gambling game.

Well, it was past the time for no reply
And our stock was down and our funds were shy
So hot our Swaps and now we can't undo
Like a cold typhoon with our suite a-flood
While we were able, feeling blood
Said the wordy, brainy hogs, we aim to sue

Well, I made a break for my lawyer's pad
Took a note and a picture from another lad
And I knew to spar like a sneak and a weasel guy
I would dig and vent with plan unsold
And I chose on whim that I would be bold
As I said, "We aim to sue, a view to spew"
Now you wonder why

Caught a bit off guard by obscene demise
Our Chief would frown, but he'd still surmise
He summed up all the strife and bought off on case oh so dear
Well, he lusted to snare, no loss to keep
In the crash and the fall, September sixteen
Trickin' and a-vowin' like a stud with a thud, no fear

I tell ya, I thought with this plan
Well, they'll squeal and rant like Genghis Khan
Outslicked by a fool and outwit by our shock and guile
With blurred old graph and one I'd sure discuss
Intent for homerun, with some bull, the worst
We would be bookin', you'll see, we'll guffaw in style

And Chief said, "Son, let's hurl this bluff"
If the plan's gonna take, then a lot of it's fluff
And we'll screw the good with flair, although it is wrong
Let's relive your old game and give it a try
We threw the shaft at our old ally
And file a claim, a step to slake our throng

He said when a suit is brought, we'll tell of our plight
And we'll show a great plea, though they made us right
We'll drill and how and fry a flaming barbecue
And they ought to thank me, the more we try
We had trouble with the cuts and the sales to comply
The crime we done - to be rich and now we'll sue

We'll get all coked up, sniff some glue to be blown
And we'll fault Obama, didn't crawl with his loan
And will claim this day, they'll be suffering pains anew
And we stink and flout them, laws and Ben (Bernancke)
And every slime we buy and every dime we win
And we never will be done, we slink, we have no shame here
Shill and forge, then we spring to sue
We still play that game