The Bank.

[bern]

THE BANK.

I went to the Bank to borrow some money,

The Manager said, 'Please don't be funny.

What securities can you offer to me,

Money you know doesn't grow on a tree.

I have no collateral that's for sure,

I need fifty quid, I'll ask for no more.

I said to the Manager, its not my fault,

If you have no more money in your vault.

It's a very poor bank, you must agree,

That has no cash for a man like me.

My credit you know has always been good,

Today there's a horse, running at Goodwood.

The Bookie told me to come and see you,

He said you'd be good for a pound or two

So Mr. Bank Manager, how about some tick,

Even twenty pounds would do the trick.

I'm no good at begging, I must not steal,

Just lend me a tenner, come make it a deal.

And if I win, you can rest assured,

I'll tell you about racing, You wont be bored.

And perhaps if I win, A large amount,

With you I might even open an account.

Bern.