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Once I headed Enron's fatted calf; Hardly nickel-and-dime. Did as I was told on your behalf. Junior, why'm I doing time? When my chief accountants cooked the books, Cheney thought it sublime. You know how it is; my schnooks are crooks. Why should I be doing time? California dreams, gone in a flash, As soon as we inflated the price. Your Alaskan rip-off didn't look rash You were rolling our loaded dice. Why can't you remember what we did? We were partners in crime. You said go ahead and overbid. Junior, why'm I doing time?
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