Homeward Bound

I'm opening my brokerage statement
I shake my head; there's no abatement.
My face turns deeper shades of red, compulsively I pound my head.
This buy and hold BS is dead, I wish I'd sold it all instead.

(and been)
Holding cash,
I wish I were,

Holding cash,
Cash -- no more burger flipping,
Cash -- I'd be latte sipping,
Cash -- I would be road tripping

in my new X3.

Those damn synthetic CDOs  
are still in our portfolios.
and thanks to 99-20 our prices stink from S&P

The tranches that were meant to be all triple A are triple C

Holding cash,
I wish we had,
Gone to cash,
Then -- there would be no write-offs

Credit would not have died off

Then -- you could see me ride off

in my new X3.

Tonight I'll open up my mail,
and dream of Richard Fuld in jail
then waken to reality, my statement from Fidelity
has played the cruelest trick on me and turned six digits into three.

Holding cash,
I wish I'd been,
Holding cash,
I could have sold it last year,
I then could still afford beer,
I wouldn't shed a tear in

my Ford Galaxy

I'd have an X3.