I'm The Economy.
And I have brought along a song.
About the clusters of you busters
who have done me wrong.
Mr. Dow, you'd kiss my hand.
You'd whisper this was what you planned.
Now you decry me, and
Your supply can't buy demand.
 
What a spree, Mr. S&P.
Got me all besotted, too.
then trotted through
to fan your fantasy.
Mr. Nasdaq, even you.
You gave me far less than my due.
And now you chaps have seen collapse to scraps of everything you blew.
 
I didn't pop.
I didn't swap.
And when a market jumps the shark it
certainly deserves to drop.
Hey, boys, I see the dark of dread upon your Street.
As you deplete.
And talk in shock of your retreat.
 
But I know I,
I will revive.
Of course a force of nature has to be the source of lots of drive.
So my nerves know how to shield.
And my curves know how to yield.
You took a dive.
But I'll revive.
I will revive.
 
In Washington I used to be so very hip.
Like Angelina.
My arena being ownership.
Then you G-men, you withdrew.
With a decree that we were through.
If I'm a fright'ner, Mr. Geithner, sir,
well, I have feelings too.
 
So laissez-faire, you didn't care.
So cruel, without your bull
I couldn't help become a bear.
Well, I gave you back my chain
and the results are plain to see.
You made the choice to set me free.
now you want to rule over me!
 
I didn't carp.
I didn't TARP.
I didn't set the blaze, abet the craze,
with rate cuts much too sharp.
Hey, all, I see the glaze of dread across your eyes.
When you revise
Each phase you said would stabilize.
 
But I,
I will revive.
Won't be a victim of the dictum
that I never more can thrive.
I am like the very air.
In the background, always there.
You may contrive.
But I'll revive.
I will revive!
 
When the board rooms were reward rooms,
I was so sought out.
By instrumental men, those gentlemen
who flout their clout.
Then without a second glance.
They stopped inviting me to dance.
So I ask why should I stand by to give a guy a second chance?
 
You talking heads.
You walking deads.
I am basically healthy but you guys went off your meds.
All you Thains and all you Macks.
you maniacs from Goldman Sachs.
This contagion that is ragin' came rampagin' off your backs.
 
I didn't taunt.
I didn't quant.
I have no mansion whose expansion
was just branchin' out to flaunt.
Hey, fellas, see a blanch of dread across your flash.
You were so rash
That I am currently in cash.
 
'Cause I know I,
I will revive.
Maybe slimmer but no dimmer 'cause my glimmer is alive!
Watch me rise up from the ash.
Surprise your crash into a smash!
You may connive.
But I'll revive.
I will revive!
 

Janis Liebhart - LEAd vocal
Greg Hilfman - music director
 

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