Lyrics

Criminal Cool

White collar crime
It’s the bane of our existence
Slap your wrists but you
Show persistence
You come around
Do it again
The Bernie Madoffs and the Michael MIlkens

You might say that
It’s all in a day’s work
What the hey baby
Nobody gets hurt
You might feel different
If you’d lost your best shirt
And the only thing keeping you off the street
Is that old familiar melody that you can’t repeat
Song of a poor man
Living in a rich land
Look at all the lucky people now
Look at me bleed

In the fabulous land of the wannabes
There’s a load of people sittin’ round like you and me
Trying so hard
Vying for security
They’ve broken all the rules (Adhered to the venerable credo)
Of the Harvard Business School (Handed us a crippling knee blow)
The presidential captain of the fools (He was a veritable hero)
Said the effect was minimal
I say it was Criminal
Cool

Once there was
A thousand points of light
Then Los Angeles was burnin’
Can you blame the looters
Tryin’ to look sharp for the opportunity when
Your respect it ain’t worth earning


1996/Pearson/Boosh Music/BMI