The Market is in Dire Straits

Accompaniment

You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the bridge you stop and you hold everything
The gang is slapping NY-SE double four time
You feel up tight when you hear that death-bell ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the pain to watch the stocks go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth; way on downsouth hymie town

You check out heli Ben he pulls all the cords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it fly or sing
And an old bazaar is all he can afford
When he gets out under the lights to say his thing

And Hanky doesn't mind if he doesn't save the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play money wonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With bazookas; with bazookas of bling

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we shoot bazookas, we shoot bazookas of bling.


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And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best green jackies and their comfy shoes
They don't give a damn about any market slaying hand
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the bazookas stole payroll