The Pound Is Sinking

The pound is sinking
The peso's falling
The lira's reeling
And feeling quite appalling

The mark is holding
The franc is fading
The drachma's very weak
But everyone's still trading

The market's bottom has fallen right out
And only the strong are survivors

Well, I fear, my dear, that it's eminently clear
That you can't see the trees for the forest
Your father was an extraordinary man
But you don't seem to have inherited many of his mannerisms

Oh, any of his mannerisms

The dollar's moving
The ruble's rising
The yen is keeping up
Which hardly seems surprising

The market's bottom has fallen right out
And only the strong are survivors

Hear me, my lover (hear me, lover)
I can't be held responsible now (oh, no, it wasn't me)
For something that didn't happen (I didn't do it anyway)
I knew you for a minute

Oh, it didn't happen only for a minute
Your heart just wasn't in it anymore
Hm-uhun

The pound is sinking
The peso's falling
The lira's reeling
And feeling quite appalling