Who is he, Mr. Jeffrey Skilling?
I had I dream that mystery was me.
Now who else could it be?
I dreamed he went to prison
And Broadband Three came to see me
They lost one more
Down from five
To my favorite number three
Their legal situation is still quite dicey
But they do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town Mr. Skilling
Just as they were about to go down on me
And don’t ask how Mr. Skilling
Don’t throw in the towel and run
I dreamed Sherron Watkins wrote a nasty letter
Because she couldn’t find a better
Use for her precious time
You got framed, you and Dr. Lay
They said you robbed the Raptors
What for? Nobody knows
I only know they loved Andy Fastow when he said he knows
Oh but that was all they needed
And they made you a criminal
Soon defeated
And now you’re in prison waiting
Oh Mr. Skilling
Mr. Skilling
Won’t you hang in there
No bear hugs, no secret side deals
I’m not one to judge
But I think you have a great chance with your SCOTUS appeal
So we gotta think fast Mr. Skilling
Watch your six, wake up and laugh, Mr. Skilling
But don’t throw in the towel and run
I had a chance to visit a friend in prison
But it was way too strange to stay
Now I wonder if he’d have been okay anyway
You Enron men always are, okay I mean
You find yourselves in the strangest situations
But I’m sure you meant to
You’re the ones with all the brains
I love you, Mr. Skilling
Just hold tight, Mr. Skilling
I’m coming back for you, Mr. Skilling
And I’m spoiling for a fight
Oh lord way to go, Mr Skilling, way to go,
Now you’re bending the poles
But don’t run, Mr. Skilling
Stay right right right where you are
And hold tight
I’ll think of something
I always do and you know I’m right
I know another trio
Not just the broadband guys you see
I know the NatWest men
British and sweet and twee
They like me plenty
And they didn’t steal any money
That wasn’t what I wanted from them
No interest or reciprocity
Oh Mr. Skilling, don’t run away
Mr. Skilling can’t you see
I’m just doing the best I can with what I have
I have a lot
I have a lot lot lot
I jumped ship in NYC and headed south to Washington DC
Met some guys there
Fancy, lucky me
But they couldn’t do for me what you did or what you are
When I dreamed you got into Harvard by saying you’re fucking smart
I need a man like that, you see
Who knows what’s what
And can prove it with a business degree
Oh Mr. Skilling
Am I making sense, Mr. Skilling
Am I just dreaming again, Mr. Skilling
You think they’re out to get you
But I think they’re out to get me
You are so brilliant and so keen
I remember watching you on teevee
When you argued with Larry King
On the day you were arraigned
Oh Mr. Skilling you were cool as ice
And they just can’t accept you’re innocent
But I’m doing all I can, Mr. Skilling
I’m trying to understand you
And Rex Shelby and Ken Rice
Oh Mr. Skilling, don’t run away
Mr. Skilling, hold tight and stay
I’m coming as fast as I can
One more thing before we go
There’s never been any place quite like home
And even in my wildest dreams
I know there is no place in between
For a man like you
You go to extremes
And things went the wrong way
This time I’m trying to make them right
To pull them back nice and tight
For once in a life time maybe,
I’d be foolish not to try
Oh I got to get away Mr. Skilling
What can I say, Mr. Skilling
I want to run run run away
I want to run run run away
I want to run run away











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