Mr. Storm?
Yes, Mr. Paul?
Oh, Mr. Storm?
Yes, Mr. Paul?
Did you hear about those corporate ne’er do wells?
No, Sir; pray, tell
That pair of Enron jesters
Screwed their employees and investors
But now they’ll get a screwing for themselves
Mr. Paul?
Yes, Mr. Storm?
Oh, Mr. Paul?
Yes, Mr. Storm?
Did you hear the way they both got drunk with power?
Indeed I did
So the judge said "Okey dokey I’ll just put you in the pokey
And you best be extra-careful in the shower"
Now they have to ditch their riches
For a pair of pinstripe britches
Those Enron boys are hip-deep in it now
Mr. Storm?
Yes, Mr. Paul?
Oh, Mr. Storm?
Yes, Mr. Paul?
Were you shocked the way their stock went down in flames?
Oh, such a shame
We appreciate the fraud, thanks Now we’re sending you to Shawshank
With Morgan Freeman and Andy Dufresne
Mr. Paul?
Yes, Mr. Storm?
Oh, Mr. Paul?
Yes, Mr. Storm?
Do you think the other prisoners will be chums?
28 skiddoo!
They’ll show Kenny Boy and Skilling
A new type of offshore drilling
And insider trading prison-style’s no fun
They’ll be crying for their mammies In a pair of pinstripe jammies
Those Enron boys are hip-deep in it now
Their con game hit some glitches
Now they’re both the bull queers’ bitches
Those Enron boys are hip-deep in it now
