Let's all square dance!
Places all
Bow to your corner, bow to your own.

This is how the story goes
It began not so long ago
Began with Enron's man, he's named Fastow
There it began my darling

Was CFO, and money was his thing
Soon enough, trouble he'd bring
S-E-C, their foot ain't down
Enron's shell game, wasn't found

Lay stepped down, he got did in
Everyone, they got screwed again
Investors want to take a swing
They all want to my darling

Now Andersen, all the files they'd shred
Day and night, papers they fed
'Most got away with a great big lie
Cooked their books, Enron style

New scandal has hit right home
'Bout this comp'ny called Im-Clone
Martha Stewart's involved, they say
And she might even go to jail

Ms. Stewart, she ain't so fine
'sider trading, that's her crime
Sold her shares, just right before
The ImClone stock price hit the floor

Everyone's asking, what's this all about
Whole affair, there's lots of doubt
Doubt, doubt, plenty of this doubt
Lots of cash moving about

There's a new scandal not again
Raised profits with a flick of the pen
Xerox admits, they did it now
This ten-mil fine, make them say ow...

Just when things couldn't get 'ny worse
Worldcom said, we're the next big curse
Sleazy accounting, yes that was our thing
Three-point-eight bill, more profits we'd bring

Market's crashing, hold on tight
Since more scandals might come to light
Got hit in the shin, got hit on the head
Got hit again, the market ain't dead

The hidden costs, piled up high
Results of accounting lies
Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound
Firms running into the ground

Let's throw them all out of the room
Sweep them out with a big ol' broom
But they won't even let us begin
Situation's so full of spin

Lie, lie, my oh my
They just might have to say a quick goodbye
Here come the feds, with a big detail
They'll haul their butts right into jail

But since all the trust was torn asunder
'Cause of all these big sleaze-filled blunders
Over the hill and over the dale
Now we'll check 'very small detail

Don't you stray and don't you roam
Now this scandal is hitting back home
And if all our books come under attack
Then some people, they won't come back

And now you're home
Bow to the warden
Bow to the guard across the hall
And that is all