Holidays in Financial Capitals

With apologies to the Dead Kennedys:

So you been at the bank
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In a company car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's crunch time in London
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's crunch time in London
Don't forget crime is rife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
When your group is downsized
For a hundred a day
Slave for bankers
Till you go mad
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:

It's crunch time in London
Money the banks do lack
It's crunch time in London
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Gor-don Gor-don Gor-don

And it's crunch time in London
Where you'll do what you're told
It's crunch time in London
Where the dole's got so much soul