The pound is sinking

The peso's falling

The lira's reeling

And feeling quite appalling

The mark is holding

The franc is fading

The drachma's very weak

But everyone's still trading

The market's bottom

Has fallen right out

And only the strong are survivors

Well I fear, my dear

That it's eminently clear

That you can't see the trees

For the forest

Your father was an

Extraordinary man

But you don't seem to have inherited

Many of his mannerisms

Oh, any of his mannerisms

The dollar's moving

The rouble's rising

The yen is keeping up

Which hardly seems surprising

The market's bottom

Has fallen right out

And only the stout are survivors

Hear me lover

I can't be held responsible now

For something that didn't happen

I knew you for a minute

Oh, it didn't happen

Only for a minute

Your heart just wasn't in it any more

The pound is sinking

The peso's failing

The lira's reeling,

And feeling quite appalling