ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER CLEANS UP THE CITY

ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER

I was a clerk there: I've seen the greed

How wealth and power eat hope and need

Now they're eating each other but they're still screaming'

No interference' - I start dreaming'Self regulation?'

OK, I say'I'm a stockbroker - let's do it my way'

And that's the beginning of this little ditty:

Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

Each gets a red nose so everybody knows

Just who they are and where all our money goes

No more speculate, no more accumulate -This is a lifestyle we're going to eradicate

Dealers on the floor meet squads of the poor saying'

Here's the twist, Oliver - we want moreWork for us or we take the whole kitty'

Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

'Hello Mr. Hedge Fund, have a cup of tea.

Financial Services Authority? Me.

You're a parasite on the population

Convicted of criminal speculation

Time to atone for a life so greedy -Twenty years working for the poor and needy.

Want to appeal? Try the Central Committee

Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

Morning Mr Banker, you're in for a shock.

We're taking much more than just Northern Rock!

All the banks nationalised - Stock Exchange too.

Utilities, railways, grabbed from the few.

Mr Billionaire? You just lost your money.

(Hey there, Chelsea fan, isn't that funny!)

The future's brown. The future's shitty.

So Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

Capitalism is a John Cleese parrot.

Let's give it stick and not a single carrot!

Bollocks to the dealer, the broker, the lender -Social justice back on the agenda

Radical stylin' going on here

Smoked Mammon sarnies and really good beer

For the poor no fear, for the rich no pity

When Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

Attila the Stockbroker Brit Singer & Poet