Singing Wall Street’s new song

The times they certainly are a changin'. So tarnished is their reputation these days that Wall Streeters — from masters of the universe to back-office personnel — are loath to tell strangers where they work, if, of course, they're lucky enough to still be employed.

The times they certainly are a changing’.
So tarnished is their reputation these days that Wall Streeters — from masters of the universe to back-office personnel — are loath to tell strangers where they work, if, of course, they’re lucky enough to still be employed.
A recent front page story in yesterday’s New York Times reported how the financial business has become the national piñata, as comedians, congressmen and commentators alike take swipes at Wall Street. The target is attractive, after all, as financial executives go hat in hand to the government for billions while ordering corporate jets and antique commodes.
And what of advisers? In the public’s eye, of course, they fall under the tattered Wall Street umbrella. But many advisers were yelling warnings about a falling fiscal sky and incomprehensible financial products well in advance of the collapse. Advisers have gotten the short end of the stick here, and need a way to get back at the Wall Street big shots.
So, in that spirit, I offer new lyrics to Fontella Bass’ familiar 1965 hit single, reflecting the new, more humble relationship that Wall Street’s top guns are forging with the federal government.

Rescue me
I need your saving charms
Rescue me
I’m drowning in my ARMs
Piles of paper, got no clue
What they’re worth now, I’m so blue
Can’t you see that I’m bankrupt?
Rescue me