The pound is sinking
The pesos falling
The liras reeling
And feeling quite appalling
The mark is holding
The franc is fading
The drachmas very weak
But everyones still trading
The markets bottom
Has fallen right out
And only the strong are survivors
Well I fear, my dear
That its eminently clear
That you cant see the trees for the forest
Your father was an extraordinary man
But you dont seem to have inherited many of his mannerisms
Oh, any of his mannerisms
The dollars moving
The rubles rising
The yen is keeping up
Which hardly seems surprising
The markets bottom
Has fallen right out
And only the stout are survivors
Hear me, my lover
I cant be held responsible now
For something that didnt happen
I knew you for a minute
Oh, it didnt happen
Only for a minute
Your heart just wasnt in it anymore
The pound is sinking
The pesos failing
The liras reeling
And feeling quite appalling