me love and I sat down to neck
And he took out his ball -pen
and he wrote me out a cheque
And he said, me darlin' Gretchen,
how'd you like to make a wreck
Of the whole bloody universe,
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
and the market's doing fine.
The bulls and bears are pasturing
from Wall Street to the Rhine.
The bums are in the stockpile
From me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
Oh, heart is sad and lonely
for the boys in shirts of brown
on the streets of Burlington
For they were sure the boyos
who could drag a country down
there was nothin' that could
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
And the market's doing fine.
The bulls and bears are posturing
From Wall Street to the Rhine.
The bombs are in the stockpile,
From me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
Oh, they took me little Adolf,
I and Herman Goering too,
And Rudy Hess and Himmler,
that was loyal, brave and true.
They began the fight for freedom,
but there's one we'll see it through.
It's me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
and the market's doing fine.
The bulls and bears are pasturing
from Wall Street to the Rhine.
The bombs are in the stockpile,
From me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
There's a place they call the Congo,
And it's full of heathen blacks,
They had the nerve to try and get
The Belgians off their backs,
But gallant little Belgium Opened,
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
and the market's doing fine.
The bulls and bears are pasturing
from Wall Street to the Rhine.
The bums are in the stockpile,
Lovely Johnny with his ball
and the heirs of Syngman Rhee.
There's Batista, late of Cuba,
and another two or three.
Every one a freedom fighter
oh, so friendly with me, Johnny.
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
and the market's doing fine.
The bulls and bears are pasturing
from Wall Street to the Rhine.
The bums are in the stockpile,
Lovely Johnny with his ballpens.
with the things he gives to me.
And he calls me Little Gretchen,
While he's fiddlin' with the
Oh, the bags they're rosy
and the market's doin' fine
The bulls and bears are posturin'
from Wall Street to the Rhine
The bums are in the stockpile
lovely Johnny with his ball pens.