Banking on a Myth

There's one guy I'd like to thank
He signs the checks and leaves them blank
He's the one

He says you don't have to walk a plank
The game is rigged, go fig your
Slide show tanked
And your flagship sank

So we're taking all our myths to the bank
So just don't, dn't forget who to thank
'Cause we're taking our myths to the
Drinking a fifth to the
We're taking all our myths to the bank, oh no

If you could just do him this favor
Although it might involve child labor
Join his entourage
Give him a foot massage

From Star Search to the Philharmonic
He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics
He's the one to know
Doesn't matter if you blow, no-no, no-no

In fact it's just the thing
He thinks we're needing
It's a lukewarm liquid diet
They're force feeding

When the words we use have lost their bite
Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight
Oh, but it's all right
Yeah, 'cause you're inside
And you're in tight

Deals in commodities of the abstract sort
Buys them in bulk but sells them short
Talent, genius, love even signs of affection
He floods the market there's no price protection

And when his master plan is unfurled
There stands a handsome bid on the weather systems of the world