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I did it. I admit it. I really cooked the books.Thank God they didn't throw me inWith ordinary crooks.I'm in a pen full of rich white men,Paying for my crimeOn the Chief Executive Chain Gang,Doin' time. They don't need high securityFor high-up chief execs,They've got us chained together,One Rolex to the next.Instead of stamping license platesOr raking gravel flatThey've got us shredding documents.(They know we're good at that.)In the only slam where they give a damn'Bout the stock market report--The Chief Executive Chain Gang resort.
 There's Enron cons and Worldcom cons,We're all here on the ranch.In D block Arthur AndersenHas opened up a branch.We're making great connections.It isn't very hard'Cause everyone who's anyoneIs right here in the yard.In the only jail where a work detailIs a great networking hub--The Chief Executive Chain Gang country club.(Playing through!) Martha Stewart sent her crew to brighten up the place,They spackled and they painted and hung curtains, just in case.I love it! Ooh, chintz! In two years more I'll be offshoreOn a beach in Grand Bahama,Sitting on my nest eggWith my fiduciary Mama.And I'll tell her 'bout the hard timeThat was soft as Ivory Snow,'Bout the chef we all chipped in onAnd the cases of Merlot.'Bout the Joliet where I paid my debtAt a great insider price--The Chief Executive Chain GangVacation paradise.
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