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