Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Bermuda in the
Bahamas
Front street
Hamilton
They're doing more than growing bananas,
they've got a tax dodge going on.
Offshore banking business.
International crime.
Offshore banking business.
Hap pening all the time.
Banks and corporations are
registered and operating there.
They don't employ any local staff
and I don't know if you are aware
One
American sitting at a desk with
a plaque outside on the wall
You know, that's what they call
offshore banking business
Some kind of financial thing, yeah
Offshore banking business
The man with the money, he's got a swing,
say, from the tree
He's the pennies and the pounds
He's going round in the pot shop
He has a
Jamaican compound, I say
As I was there, who wants to know?
I was there, I want to know
Who's got my money?
Who's got my pants?
Why ain't everybody
tryna steal my pants?
Guy in the city, guy in the news
Everybody givin' me the pirate to blues,
yeah
IQ!
Who's behind this operation?
I'll tell you what I know
And I know more than the rest
Newspaper pirates and oil tycoons
Watching their money grow
It's not an idle rumour
And no scandal talk
All of the puppets are washed through
Curacao,
Panama,
New
York
What's your ranking business?
You better watch your chin, chin
Offshore banking business
I .M .S. never gonna let you in, will it?
Offshore banking business
You think it's just money
that counts?
Offshore banking business
Well, we sure better go match up your bank accounts
The following is a lesson in home economics by the members,
so crank up those record players
and play it loud.
Got the pennies and the pounds,
got the dollars and the yen
You got the marks and the rubles,
give you nothing but trouble
International crime is happening
You ain't got too long in this world,
Jim
Lambos,
Wall
Street, the stock exchange age
Cos the guy with the money
took your honey
Took her some place
that's very sunny
But the money in his pocket is the
money in your bank
You've just got him left to find
Cos his money's always overseas
He always crosses
I's and
T's
Offshore
Take a letter,
Miss
Jones
Offshore
I'm gonna go out and bleach some
bones
You got the pennies and the pounds
Don't mean much but it means a lot
When you're out of touch
Might not fit with your social
culture but it means a lot
To the money, vulture, life in smoke,
with all of my savings
I gotta listen to it right, we read it
Read every day, in the press
Have a fine night if you're
really depressed
And there's no testifying
I'm gonna get some
DDT on these streets, you know
Who's behind this operation? I'll
tell you what I know
Newspaper barons and oil cyclists
watching their money grow
United
States of
America
Already been in one bloody war
So you ain't comin' back
for any more
Already got one bloody nose
I'm a ghost
Put your money into poverty
Offshore banking
I can see you with your tyranny
Offshore banking
Putting all the revolution down
Offshore banking business
Saying there ain't enough money to go
around this town