LOVE ME TENDER
I can’t tender, I must sell,
In a foul mood,
Nicky O. and Randy T.
Made sure I got screwed
When DeBeers made their stink bid,
Fought back their attack,
Just when things looked like we’d won,
Dagger in the back!
Randy Turner, shame on you,
“Fair value” - how crass!
You get golden parachutes,
We’re screwed up the ass*
“Nickel for a quarter’s worth”
That’s what you all said,
Looks as if you’ve sold us out,
In your feathered bed
I can’t tender, I must sell,
Less than five I’ll get,
Fiduciary duty, hah!
They've never heard of that
* Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” J. Seinfeld |
