Old Europe is failing in health.
Malignancy eats at her wealth.
Prescribed for her pain –
Ice, hashish, cocaine;
The cancer advances by stealth.
The polar bear numbers are down.
No! they’re breeding like rabbits, you clown!
So grizzlies we’ll make ‘em;
It’s not hard to fake ‘em –
We’ll catch ’em and dye ’em all brown!
The Middle East is all aflame;
The West is in decline.
Where do I put my money man –
In land or in a mine?
Should I sink it in property?
In factories or gold?
In shares, in bonds, in industry?
I fear it all will fold.
If there is no stability
Then there will be no gain,
So no profitability;
It’s driving me insane!
I’ve heard your pleas, I’ve pondered,
And I’ll tell you what I think:
The ship of fools is holed my friend
And pretty soon will sink.
Your money and your assets
Will be worthless – doubt I’m wrong;
So spend it all without delay
On women, wine and song!