We were so happy.
Things worked out better
than we had planned,
capital from boy, woman and man.
We were like ink and paper,
numbers on a calculator,
knew arithmetic so well.
Working overtime,
completing what was assigned,
we had to multiply ourselves.
A bouncing little baby.
A shiny copper penny.
And he spent himself,
would not listen to us.
But when he lost his appetite,
he lost his weight in friends.
He became a fat nickel so fast.
Then came puberty.
Exponentially,
soon our boy became a million.
People loved him so
and helped him to grow.
Everyone knew the thing that was best.
Of course, he must invest.
A penny won't do, no.
A penny won't do, no.
A penny won't do, no.
A penny won't do, no.
But he made us proud,
he made us rich.
And how were we to know
he's counterfeit?
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.
Now everything's ruined, yeah.