Bad, Bad Goldman Sacks
A parody of Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown
New lyrics by Steve Bryant

Well the South side of Manhattan,
Where the regulation’s lax,
If you invest down there, 
You better just beware,
Of the folks at Goldman Sacks.

Now Goldman’s more than trouble,
They bet against their client base,
They got caught, looks like they never thought,
They’d have egg upon their face.

And they’re bad, bad, Goldman Sacks.
Making money off the poor folks backs.
Looks like somebody was paid off.
Just as bad a Bernie Madoff.

Now Goldman is a gambler,
And they always hedge their bets.
But every time they testify,
They claim they have no regrets.
Denied they were instrumental.
In the big stock market crash.
We should shoot ‘em with a gun just for fun,
And take away all their cash.

And they’re bad, bad, Goldman Sacks.
Making money off the poor folks backs.
Looks like somebody was paid off.
Just as bad a Bernie Madoff.

One day, about a year ago,
Goldman rolled the dice.
Lost everything for the small investor,
And didn’t think about it twice.
Still they made a fortune,
From betting they would fail.
Soon they’ll be distressing when they’re cross dressing,
For their new husbands in jail.





And they’re bad, bad, Goldman Sacks.
Making money off the poor folks backs.
Looks like somebody was paid off.
Just as bad a Bernie Madoff.

It will be exciting,
When they lock them in a cell.
They won’t be in clover as they all bend over.
And I hope they rot in hell.

And they’re bad, bad, Goldman Sacks.
Making money off the poor folks backs.
Looks like somebody was paid off.
Just as bad a Bernie Madoff.