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Last Updated: 01/03/2006 17:00:04
Three British Bankers
By Anonymous
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Three British bankers
sat upon a wall
along came a policeman
and they began to call
Hey Mr Policeman
Hey Mr Cop
this wall is very tall
and we're sitting on the top
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You rozzers can't get us
cos you know if you try
we'll shit all over you
from way up high
Then great Uncle Sam called
from far across the sea
I want them British bankers
send them here to me
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so Uncle Sam's minion
gave a stern command
and sent the British bankers
to Uncle Sam's fair land
three months in an open jail
was judged a fair penalty
for stealing several millions
from folks like you and me
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