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Saturday, November 1, 1997
The Subway Diary: 01-Nov-97
By Paul Ford
Occasioned by the Not-so-great Stock Market Crash of 1997
Occasioned by the Not-so-great Stock Market Crash of 1997:
Things are gettin' bad, things are gettin' strange.
They're tradin' away my home on the range.
My retirement plan just got rearranged;
Takin' my rocket launcher to the Stock Exchange.
Traders on the floor, computers in their hand,
Three piece suits and tanning-booth tanned.
Screaming out dollars to beat the band.
I'll bury them all in East River sand.
Cuz some got the father and some got the son,
But I had a big ol' mutual fund.
And now I'm going downtown on the "One":
The market just hit its final home run.
(Repeat Verse 1 while smacking stockbrokers in the head)
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