(chorus) Hey Mr. Alan Greenspan play along with me, I'm not greedy, but there ain't no place to retire to. Hey Mr. Alan Greenspan, play along with me, An' my IRA will soar with boneheads followin' you. Take me to the room where you guys all decide the rates, With no public debates, you cast away our fates, Waitin' only for the networks to come fawnin, The business cycle threatens me, you try to push and pull, You feed us loads of bull, you really are just full. Of it and most of us investors sit here yawnin’. (chorus) Take … Continue reading It Doesn’t Take a Weatherman, Alan