Where did it come from, where's it going?
Upper sixth loan shark, numbers flowing
From the pen that never forgets,
Recording ledgers, each-way safe bets.
Fauntleroys and first form fags, allowances all overspent.
Pater's guilty generosity safely deposited against rainy day.
There's money in those goddamn hills.
Interest in sugar-coated bitter pills.
Margins made from Tompkins Minor
Float aspirations, nothing finer...
Writer(s): Ian Scott Anderson
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