bout de papier, Vol. 11, No. 2 (1994) — Summer 1994 // Été 1994, p. 42
“I’ve Been Workin’ on the Eighth Floor”
(To the tune of “I’ve been workin’
on the Railroad”)
Verse 1
I’ve been workin’ on the eighth floor,
All the live long day.
Tryin’ to figure out a game plan
Just to pass the time away.
Don’t you hear Reid Morden calling,
We meet so early in the morning.
Don’t you hear Reid Morden calling.
It’s time to blow our horns.
Chorus
Howard won’t you blow,
Garrett won’t you blow,
David won’t you blow your horn
your horn?
Peter won’t you blow,
Gaetan won’t you blow,
Barry won’t you blow your horn!
Verse 2
The centre says there is no money,
Already in the fiscal year.
Let’s take development assistance,
The Africans won’t hear.
Boris Yeltsin is unstable,
Let’s give him all that we are able,
He’ll soon be sitting at our table,
The Third World will get no more.
Chorus
CIDA don’t you spend, CIDA don’t you
spend, CIDA don’t you spend no more
no more.
CIDA don’t you spend,
CIDA don’t you spend,
CIDA don’t you spend no more!
“Reid”
(To the tune of Leonard Cohen’s “Suzanne”)
Verse 1
Reid takes you down,
To a place beside the river.
He feeds you tea and oranges
And tells you of his vision
Of a lean and mean department.
Chorus
Oh you want to travel with him,
And you want to travel blind,
But you know that you’ll be C list,
If you touch his perfect body
With your mind.
Verse 2
We have to have more focus,
In the UN and the Summits.
We need coordination,
In the Bank, the Fund, the IFI’s.
Let’s give them better guidance.
Chorus
And you’ll want to travel with us
And we’ll pay you back on Tuesday
For a policy review,
That puts our economic interests
Into play.
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