Old McRonald had a farm
And on that farm he had some slaves
No rights out there, no strikes out there
Old McRonald had a war
And with that war he made some dough
Some oil down there, some drugs down there
Old McRonald had a bank
And with that bank he ruled the world
Inflation race and interest rates
Old McRonald knew a trick
Feed the slaves and make them sick
He can sell some medicine
Then one day the people woke
And shoved his dollars down his throat
No more banksters, no more slaves
No more banksters, no more slaves