TMM thought they would make raspberry jam over the weekend but due to a typo ended up with a rapberry jam (having failed to make a rose hip-hop syrup). So with apologies to the Sugar Hill Gang we share what we came up with.
I said a dip, dub the QE the QE
To the double dip, a you don't stop
The print it to the bust bust boomie say up jumped the boogie
Of the unemployed numbers on the street.
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm gamblin' with the bet
That me, Barry and QE will move that GDP
See I am Wonder Ben and I like to say hello
To the poor, to the rich, in the red, the black, feeling blue or mellow
But first i gotta bang bang that boogie, oh that boogie
Unemployment that bangs the economy
Let's hope, that it does stop
It's a riddle that will make the US crack.
Well you've heard my voice and I brought two friends along
And next on the mike is my man Jean
Come on, JC, sing that song
Check it out, I'm the E. C. B. not the I. M. F.
And I target C. P. I.
Ya see I go by the name of the doctor of the tricks
And these are the reasons, I ll tell you why .
Ya see I got more bonds in the periphery and most of em are in BTP
I got rules I break, I got two big mates
That no one would dare to whack
I got a French continental and German temperamental
So after you sell, I can come in and buy
And ban short sellin', to make you cry.
I got big deep pockets that no one can see
And if they ain't that big I can use QE,
Hear me talkin' 'bout bailouts, credit lines
More money than the p'riphery could ever spend
But I wouldnt give the p'riphery , or those bums from the others
Not a dime til' they sort themselves out.
They got their hotels, motels but what they gonna do today? ( Say what?)
Ya see i can buy their debt, but that don't count
No mark to market you see?
So I can go down to the wire
But in the end it just dont matter
'Cos I am the ECB!
Well, it's on n on n on on n on
The bet don't stop until it all breaks down
I said I'm S A F E, a PB with another OC
I said I go by unforgetable name
Of the man from China you see.
Well my name is known all over the world
By the FX laddies and the mining Bruces.
I'm going down in history
As the baddest raper there could ever be
Now I'm selling the highs and ya feeling the lows
As I stamp all over your toes.
Ya start popping your jibes and stomping your feet
And moving trade bodies to me defeat
And there damn you start doin' that freak
I said damn, right, outa your seat
Ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking at my FX piss taking affair.
Well ya can ruck, but I just don't care.
About your losses that I'll never share.
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the bet just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'll do to the markets is hypnotize
singing on n on n on n on
The bet dont stop until we all break down
Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
'Cos your home ain't yours, it's reposessed in the end
It's a skip, dive, what can I say
It's the only place you can afford to stay
So I take a cut in pay and shell half it out
I give the rest in my pay to master Bee so he could shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one Tuesday night
They were rockin to the beat and up for a fight
Everybody was dancin' on the floor
Doin' all the things they never did before
With this high high debt, with no ceilin'
The amounts they talked were just obscene
As the bill passed further into the house
All the Reps checked out the tax baloons
It came to my table, looking for a rise
So i said to myself, it's time for me to release
My policy mix, I call my masterpiece.
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is called "phase two"
And let me tell ya somethin we're a helluva crew
Once a week we're on the street
Repo-ing bills and making em sweet.
For you to party ya got to have the move
So we'll get right down and give you the groove
For you to dance you gotta get growth
So we'll get rates right down, and we're on oath.
Now the system's on, though the jobs aren't there.
Ya definitely having a rocky affair
But let me tell ya somethin though I'm loath,
That to have a party ya got to have growth
So when the party's over you're makin' it home
And tryin to sleep before the break of zone
And while ya sleepin' ya start to dream
And thinkin' how ya danced on the borrowing scene
My name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that wasn't right this time
It was "phase two" just a doin' a do
Shakin' ya down 'cause we could screw you
To the rhythm of the bet that makes ya freak
'Cos you know that soon you ll have nuthing to eat.
To the rhythm of the bet to the bet the bet
To the double dip dip that it makes ya freak
To the rhythm of the bet that says ya go on
On n on into the big break down
Now I got a man comin on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder
Come on Wonder Barack do what ya like
Like jobs for all, that's sweeter than honey
Like make us millionaires with all the money
Like tax rates that WE will set
Like inventing a bank that does not bet
Like a healthcare system that pays its way
Like giving the poor a proper say
Like exporting goods to the rest of the world
Like giving us worth that isn't Gold.
Like trying not to cast your wordy spells.
Like trying not to invade anyone else.
'Cos it goes on n on n on on n on
We ve had it up to here when we hear your song
The world is bust, what you do is wrong.
The CB boys have had their fun
It's now up to you, the POLITICIAN.
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