Down and out, Madoff’d
Are these pretty women. . .
Lost their money,
Their world fell apart
Loans come due, so they have gotta scram,
Take they jewels and diamonds to the three-balls man.

Pawn and pawn
“Whatcha give for my ring
And this ice? I assume you’re buying.”
Pawn and pawn, pawn and pawn, pawn and pawn.

“Poor I’m. . .gimme
Dough for stones, don’t be so tight!”
Bawls this woman to the three-stones man.
So he will say, “Madam,
Stealing from you, not I.
Turn this din off, ya will make me cry!”

Fawns and fawns,
You can see he’s lying—
Cruel ironies he keeps on plying
Fawns and fawns, fawns and fawns, fawns and fawns.

When your first dime is your last dime,
It can make you feel so bad.
Once you’d owned it. . .blown it. . .
Can’t hold tight
To dough—that’s your plight.

You once shunned the three boulders,
But no dough’s in your hand.
Your purse is empty—you go see the man;
Aw, but he don’t care
And he don’t understand.
In desperation, do what you can:

Pawn and pawn
“Whatcha give for my ring?
It’s a diamond, there’s no denying!”
Yawns and yawns, yawns and yawns, yawns and yawns.

Yawns from pawnbroker who fawns; you pawn.