Banking on a Myth

There's a 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, don't forget to thank
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, 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, yea, cause you're inside,
And you're in tight

Deals in commodities of the abstract sort
Buys them in bulk but then he sells it 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