(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K

 

Hello Mr Fellow Banker

How are you this eve?

I hear your daughter’s just started an undergraduate art degree

Did you know the Tate is funded by my money?

If you scratch my back then I will scratch your honey’s..

 

(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K

 

Hello Fellow Banker, Sir,

Come in and shut the door

Would you like to know my secret

Of how I rob the poor?

I sell homes to those with nothing

Then claim them back for more

And I do it all legally

Cuz it ain’t against the law!

 

(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K

 

Well I like your idea

I like it quite a lot;

And we won’t get into trouble

Cuz this country’s lost the plot!

With your nice new idea I can start a new venture:

I’ve always wanted to invest in GM agriculture..

 

(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K

 

Hello Mr Banker, Sir

What a shame that we got caught

But not before our bonuses

As needed by our sort.

They say they’ll limit our pay next time

But that means nowt to me-

Scratch scratch scratch on your back

(Invest in overseas property!)

 

(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K

 

Hello Mr Lehman, sir

I’m sorry it’s come to this,

But my daughter bought one of those properties

And she thinks you’ve taken the piss:

The bailiffs trashed her place last week

Her possessions were reclaimed

She rang me in tears, my little honey,

Saying that you were to blame..

 

So I had to ring up the big boys

And tell them all about your tracks

But it won’t be much trouble for you, kind sir-

I hear they suffer from itchy backs..

 

(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K

 

Now a message to all bankers, please -

One that comes from me

Obviously with all your inhumane scheming

I do not agree

But powerless I am down here

And so I can only say:

Just watch your backs, sir and sir:

You won’t be in charge one day...

 

(to sing)

Bankers, bankers

What a load of wankers

Always busy drinking gold

From their big fat tankards

Bankers, bankers, rolling in their pay

What a load of W - A - N – K