Goldbricker, He's the man With a plan To take five weeks off, Just to goof off. Corporate bootlicker, Conning us This is as close as he'll get To being upset. Ignoring the war as we feared, Posing with brush we'll think he cleared. What a callous fool Wars that he started Leaving their moms broken hearted, And sicker Of what they're told, And of Mister Goldbricker. Goldbricker, What we're being sold Is getting old Where's the gold? It's time to fold, It's fool's gold.
Music by John Barry |