Words and music copyright 1998 by Steve Brooks

He’s bigger than a king
When he’s pulling on the strings
That move the world like a marionette.
Each syllable he speaks
Reverberates for weeks
In a global game of Russian Roulette.
With every breath he takes
The earth begins to quake
>From the bankers who are falling to their knees.
They’ll hope and they will pray
That he’s having a nice day,
And God forbid that he should ever sneeze.

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‘Cause when he opens his mouth,
Watch out for the fallout,
And try to be financially correct.
The market’s gonna head South.
Forget about the greenhouse.
Get ready for the Greenspan Effect.

When he goes to testify,
The interest rate is high.
They hang on every whim and every word.
The stocks will fall and rise
By the way he blinks his eyes
And the way he keeps his federal reserve.
Like oracles of old,
He always speaks in code
That’s far beyond the ken of common men.
It’s hard to comprehend
The signals that he sends,
In his macro-economic kind of Zen.

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And even if he’s just
A mass of hot, hot air,
I guess somebody has to play the role.
‘Cause if the weather’s foul,
Or if the weather is fair,
We want to think that somewhere,
There is someone in control.

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