Ode to Wall Street

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As the nation's mightiest financial institutions fall like dominoes, taking the retirement accounts of 300 million average Janes and Joes with them, WB thought it might be a good time for everyone to re-learn a famous song from the Great Depression, the classic "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?"

They used to tell me I was building a dream,

and so I followed the mob,

When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear,

I was always there right on the job.

They used to tell me I was building a dream,

with peace and glory ahead,

Why should I be standing in line,

just waiting for bread?

Once I built a railroad, I made it run,

made it race against time.

Once I built a railroad; now it's done.

Brother, can you spare a dime?

Once I built a tower, up to the sun,

brick, and rivet, and lime;

Once I built a tower, now it's done.

Brother, can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,

Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,

Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,

And I was the kid with the drum!