Ex Millionaire Mambo - Firewater

Drunk as the Pope on a dead afternoon

Minding your business when somebody burns a bank

It’s funny how money can go up in smoke

Everyone scarpered and nobody left to thank

Poor little pigs, hear how they squeal

Back up against the wall — how does it feel?

Mambo!

Nothing but pigeons in your Swiss account

It’s tough to be chic when you live in a cardboard box

And the radio playing the same old bad news

Jingles remind you your savings are in your socks

Poor little ship, see how it sinks

Being poor is a bore, but damn it, what did you think?

Mambo!

Nobody knows when you when you’re down and out

Is it surprising the devil invented revenge?

Ah, but every good captain goes down with the ship

You paid for the movie, you might as well see the end

Poor little rats, lost on the sea

It’s another case of better you than me

Mambo!