Business lyrics

Two million bushels of North African grain Resold to Germany for Swiss francs, Paid for by a consortium of banks With a deal in futures that the Stock Exchange Unloads for coffee from Brazilian uplands Destined for Paris, Before the whole deal sinks, The checks written in indelible inks Outrace Atlantic's winter hurricanes. At last the coffee arrives, also the wheat, Needless to say, the deal was a success. Who can deny that all of us have gained? Our benefactors? Three trusts. They compete For honor, glory, power and of course, Profits, where all happiness is contained.