The Howard/Costello Debt-bubble song

(R.I.P. the Howard/Costello chook-raffle economy)


Debt-bubble, debt-bubble, grew so fast
Debt-bubble, debt-bubble, grew so fast
Please don't tell me what debt I've got
I know that it's a lot

When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times here I crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all I've gone to sleep

When I die, oh bury me deep
But nowhere near that Johnny creep
So I can't hear any more his lies
He stinks so bad he brings the flies

When I die, oh bury me deep
But nowhere near that Johnny creep
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all I've gone to sleep

Debt-bubble, debt-bubble, grew so fast
Debt-bubble, debt-bubble, grew so fast
Please don't tell me what debt I've got
I know that it's a lot

.oOo.