Give Me My Money
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(Bob Dylan-esque G, C, G, D, G progression)
My name is Alexander, my mom thinks I am great,
But the citizens and senators see me in a different way,
They say I'm irresponsible, and tell me I'm a cheat,
But that doesn't matter to me, I'll pay for them all to be impeached,
Then I'll go to the man on the hill, and say to him quite frank,
"Hello there, give me my money, for I own a bank!"
I sit here in my penthouse in Saskatchewan,
It's in Canada, but what do I care, I'm just here for fun,
I mark it up as business, because I go to one of my banks,
And say "Maybe you should get an ATM, the other is down the way."
Then return home and ask my broker and right where he sits,
I'll shout "Give me my money, or I'll throw a giant fit!"
The days are long and warm, here in Hawaii,
As the madman is rushed to the hospital, and Mr. leader rocks on the beach,
I have befriended both of them, neither knows of that,
But when I need an excuse to leave New York, I just put on my hat,
And ring them up and shout on the telephone,
"Nobody never gave me my money, buy us tickets to go to Rome!"
I know what you're probably thinking, as I sing with this band,
"How can such cash and power be with such a man?"
Well my friends, here and now, let me just say,
A long, long, long time ago, many of you lost your say,
And you may ask why, well it's because quite simply,
You opened up a bank account, and gave your money to me!
(Fade out)
My name is Alexander, my mom thinks I am great,
But the citizens and senators see me in a different way,
They say I'm irresponsible, and tell me I'm a cheat,
But that doesn't matter to me, I'll pay for them all to be impeached,
Then I'll go to the man on the hill, and say to him quite frank,
"Hello there, give me my money, for I own a bank!"
I sit here in my penthouse in Saskatchewan,
It's in Canada, but what do I care, I'm just here for fun,
I mark it up as business, because I go to one of my banks,
And say "Maybe you should get an ATM, the other is down the way."
Then return home and ask my broker and right where he sits,
I'll shout "Give me my money, or I'll throw a giant fit!"
The days are long and warm, here in Hawaii,
As the madman is rushed to the hospital, and Mr. leader rocks on the beach,
I have befriended both of them, neither knows of that,
But when I need an excuse to leave New York, I just put on my hat,
And ring them up and shout on the telephone,
"Nobody never gave me my money, buy us tickets to go to Rome!"
I know what you're probably thinking, as I sing with this band,
"How can such cash and power be with such a man?"
Well my friends, here and now, let me just say,
A long, long, long time ago, many of you lost your say,
And you may ask why, well it's because quite simply,
You opened up a bank account, and gave your money to me!
(Fade out)
Trying to write something Bob Dylany, while having some tongue-in-cheek humour about the economy and all that from the perspective of a bank owner.
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