Lyrics:
read The market ain't ready for My Fingerful Gloves The FTSE's through the roof And my handsies are lovin' it The markеt ain't ready for My Fingerful
trying to do Is hold on to our money whilst our tax is overdue See you're going to have to let it go Open up your eyes and realise that FTSE's not out goal
the Nikkei Brainwashed by Dow Jones Brainwashed by the FTSE Nasdaq and secure loans Brainwashed us from Brussels Brainwashing us in Bonn
the media's obsessed with boobs, bums Dot-com millionaires, fame, fashion, FTSE shares But people they couldn't care less While parliamentary yobbos shout
rises and collapses your seaside holiday home When the FTSE100 reaches its worst recorded low You'll thank your lucky stars you've still got your place in
ROI There's no need to incentivise Cos your bottom line's pretty fine Our business is on the rise We're playing FTSE-100 all night This merger feels
you realize Swimming and swimming, into the madness diving and diving into the depths of FTSE Good morning sir! Would you like your coffee please? Ok
the world is burning The smell of money Entices all unto our fold Yes We'll mark to market And reap when ready Yes The smell of blood is so sweet Playing FTSE
that concept is misbegotten Check the FTSE Index— They do it in the open, it’s not complex You think you’ll get rich so you don’t protest Doing better
that? Would you like to check the State of the FTSE? Would you like to accept all cookies? Would you like to speak to a human? Would you like to save
Im a rich man Im a poor man Im a beggar man beggar man, thief Im a rich man, poor man, a beggar man the ftse 100 and i got the fever money my mother
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