SUBPRIME ALL THE TIME All I need is seven hundred billion dollars, that's all I need, yes, all I need is seven hundred billion, then I'll be back, yes, I'll be back on my feet, I'll be standing on my own two feet again. Praise God. God is good, and so is wood. But wooden nickels won't even buy a piece of gum. And God looks very glum. For a measly seven hundred billion dollars in a week in only a week or maybe two, no longer than two, I'll not be sitting here bothering you, not sitting here, not bothering you. I'll be on my feet again by then, yes, I'll be standing on my own two feet again. If you will give me just seven hundred billion dollars, then I can sell, Yes, I will sell to you, I will sell you stuff I guarantee you can't afford, but praise the Lord! we have a very clever new way of packaging, it's oh so awfully new: no money down, no payments due, repeat after me: no money down, no payments due no nothing at all for six whole months, then it's interest payments only for four hundred years or more or more or until (uh oh) the shit hits the fan Oh, man, what a mess! Don't worry about that, you DESERVE this house. Are you a man or a mouse? So when you see me standing on the corner standing with my cardboard sign, the sign that says: "For only seven hundred billion dollars I will sell to you, just to you, some super duper subprime mortgages all packaged up and sealed with an Amen. Won't you help me get back on my feet again? If you do, then I can make you I WILL make you make you feel like you're a big success, yes, oh yes, and God bless." Mike Geary Memphis