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Can anyone lend me ten billion quid?Why do you look so glum, was it something I did?So I caused the second great depression, what can I say?I guess I got a bit carried awayIf I say I'm sorry, will you give me the money?But you know me, the complete bankerIn a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to meOh, how I hanker for the good old daysWhen I was free, the complete bankerIn my Armani, before the ranker and disharmonyWell money makes the world go round and roundand down the drainWe went to war on the floor of the exchangeToo all of us it was just a big gameBut God I loved it: making a profit from somebody's lossI never knew exactly whose money it wasAnd I did not care as long as there wasLots for me, the complete bankerIn a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to meOh, how I hanker for the good old daysWhen I was free, the complete bankerIn my Armani, before the anger and the inquiriesWell money makes the world go round and roundLetras de cancionesand down the drainWe'll learn the lessons, run tests and analyzeWe'll crunch the numbers, 'cause the numbers never lieWell maybe this recession is a blessing in the skiesWe can build a much much bigger bubble the next timeAnd leave the rest to clean our mess upWell that's just me, the complete bankerIn a black Bentley, Margaret Thatcher right here next to meOh, how I hanker for the good old daysWhen I was free and a complete bankerAnd my conscience free, malignant cancer on societyAnd one day you'll let your guard downAnd I'll come 'round again From Letras Mania