I wrote this c. 2019 and it turned out to be pretty on-theme.
Instrumental Demo:
Lyrics © Keith Pickering
Well, I’ve got a friend they call Dow Jones
And he’s got a little job for me
He said if I rake in enough victims
I get a pie in the sky for free
Well, I’ve never been one to turn down a good deal
And this one can’t be beat
I’ll have a million chumps doing what I say
While I just kick up my feet
What you need to seize control
Admission cost is just one soul
Wealth and power, fame galore
Best make sure you’re ready for the
Roarin’ Twenties, honey
Can’t get enough of that money
Oh, it’s plain to see
There’s a big red carpet rolled out for me
Roarin’ Twenties, sweetheart
Just wait ‘til we get to the neat part
Bid all your doubts adieu
We’ve still got the Roarin’ Thirties to look forward to
Well, I sold my heart for the highest bid
Got a new kind of ticker instead
I’ll keep my finger on that Wall Street pulse
Until the day that I drop dead
‘Cause there’s always somebody who’s looking for work
And they’ll take what they can get
I’ll put their whole damn life in the palm of my hand
And reorder their alphabet
Abstract things that don’t exist
Are yours to own, and shan’t be missed
Stocks and bonds, revenue
Close your eyes and dive into the
Roarin’ Twenties, honey
Can’t get enough of that money
Oh, it’s obviously gonna
Permanently always be swell for us
Roarin’ Twenties, sugar
Good faith’s not much of a looker
Don’t think about it twice
I bet the Roarin’ Forties will be awful nice
Come along, we’ll scrape the sky
With egos eighteen miles high
We’re the best, a different breed
Our success is guaranteed in the
Roarin’ Twenties, honey
Can’t get enough of that money
Looks like I’m the guy
Man, Social Darwinism is so cut-and-dried
Roarin’ Twenties, babydoll
You’re not too bright, but you may recall
We’ve been through this before
Don’t second-guess the decades which are gonna roar
Don’t wanna hear your back-talking anymore
Whenever there’s a game to play, you know I’ll get the highest score