The Wall Street Blues - Procol Harum

You bought the pitch

The whole nine yards

The shiny dream

The house of cards

But now your dream’s

Gone down the drain

The house of cards

A house of pain

They promised riches

Over-night

They stitched you up

It hurts alright

They took your money

An' your shoes

And now you’ve got

The Wall Street blues

You bought the dream

New lamps for old

You thought the streets

Were paved with gold

They filled your hands

With tinsel and glitter

It tasted sweet

But soon turned bitter

You took the bait

They reeled you in

An' now the future’s

Lookin' grim

They took your money

And your shoes

And now you’ve got

The Wall Street blues

They said the market

Could never go down

They took your savings

And then left town

They couldn’t have done it

Without your greed

They only satisfied

A need

You tried to make

An easy buck

They pulled the plug

And now you’re stuck

They took your money

And your shoes

I guess you’ve got

The Wall Street blues