|
I M P R E S S I O N S
Songs of Enron Sometimes life just needs a tune
by Steven C. Day
1.23.02 | The Enron mess has affected people in different ways. Some are sad, others blood-boiling mad and a few, like Treasury Secretary Paul O”Neill, apparently couldn’t care less. My response to the scandal, strangely enough, has been to break into song. In fact, I’ve written a two-act musical about it: Songs of Enron.
ACT I
Our story begins two years ago, in happier times. The economy is flush, and the Bush campaign is revved up and going strong. As the curtain rises, Karl Rove is describing Bush’s close relationship with Enron to a young campaign worker:
“BUSH AND ENRON” (To the tune of “Love and Marriage”)
Bush and Enron Bush and Enron Go together Like an atom and a proton This I tell you brother You won’t find one without the other Bush and Enron, Bush and Enron This boy from Texas ain’t no moron To win you need a lot of money And you won’t get it without some honey
…
Bush and Enron, Bush and Enron Go together like an atom and a proton Bush was told by his father Think of Enron as your brother
Next, the musical moves into its biggest production number, which features both Congress and the president, as the stage is set for Enron’s collapse. As the scene opens, the Congressional Chorus, made up of cigar-chomping pols, offers a tribute to the joys of loose political money:
“DONORS ARE A POL”S BEST FRIEND” (To the tune of “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend”)
A good cause is grand And can be an inspiration But donors are a pol’s best friend. Giving the poor a hand Won’t help your aspiration To win the next election Or get a leadership selection.
…
Your donors may demand An exemption from regulation But donors are a pol’s best friend. And if they so demand Then have no consternation Don’t make them feel blue You’ll need them in a year or two.
The members of Congress part the aisle as House Speaker Dennis Hastert announces Bush’s entrance. Bush steps up to the podium, hushes the crowd and tips his 10-gallon hat toward Vice President Dick Cheney. The lights dim for his solo:
“THERE”S NO BUSINESS LIKE BIG BUSINESS” (To the tune of “There’s No Business Like Show Business’)
There’s no business like big business When it comes to doling out dough. Everything about it is appealing; Every dime the law will allow. I know their motives are revealing That they expect to profit somehow.
There’s no people like corporate people They smile when they write the check. Even if they expect a quid pro quo How can I be expected to say no? This is politics and money makes it go.
(The Congressional Chorus joins in for the last two lines:)
Let’s get on with the dough Let’s get on with the dough!
ACT II
Act II opens with Ken Lay sitting at his computer, composing e-mails touting the corporation’s stock to Enron employees. Yellow smiley faces are posted above his desk.
DON’T WORRY, BUY ENRON (To the tune of “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”)
Here’s a little message I wrote It may make you cash in your bank note Don’t worry - Buy Enron
With any stock there can be trouble But not to worry Enron will double Don’t worry - Buy Enron Don’t worry - Buy Enron now Don’t worry - Buy Enron Don’t worry - Buy Enron
If the stock goes bad you’ll be broke But not to worry since I’m a decent bloke Don’t worry - Buy Enron
Your broker says the margin’s due No reason to make you blue Don’t worry - Buy Enron Look at me - I hold Enron Don’t worry - Buy Enron
Here I give you my auditors number When you worry call him, he’ll make you happy Don’t worry - buy Enron
Finally, as the scandal breaks wide open and Enron slides into bankruptcy, the dramatic conclusion unfolds. CEO Lay, alone on the rooftop of Enron’s headquarters in Houston, Texas, sings:
Don’t Cry For Me My Employees (To the tune of “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina”)
Don’t cry for me my employees The truth is I’ve always deceived you I sold my stock quick Though you couldn’t sell yours I kept my profits Now keep your distance
And as for your fortunes, and as for your 401Ks I never invited you in Though I made it seem helping you was all I desired
My e-mails were illusions They were not the solutions they promised to be The answers were here all the time Locked in my desk where only I could see
Don’t cry for me my employees The truth is I’ve always deceived you I sold my stock quick Though you couldn’t sell yours I kept my profits Now keep your distance
Have I said too much? I should be careful of what I say to you But all you have to do is look at my bank account to know That every word is true
As the climax approaches, dozens of reporters run onto the stage, firing questions about the scandal in every direction. Just then, Bush rides into view atop a great white steed. “Follow me into the next great battle in the war on terrorism,” he shouts, before galloping off stage with all of the press running after him. The audience, playing the role of the public, applauds.
THE END
Discuss. Debate. Enter the Pop Forum
Steven C. Day is an attorney practicing in Wichita, Kansas. His previous columns can be found here.
Related Sites Richard Cohen of the Washington Post says Enron isn’t a political scandal, it’s an outrage. Writing in the New York Times, screenwriter Patricia Marx laments her decision not to follow the Enron story from day one ("Sure, you can read all you want at any time, but if you miss the first crucial days, you will never catch up. It’s like missing the first few weeks of kindergarten …") We feel her pain. Here’s a primer: Understanding Enron.
|
May 19, 2010 at 12:04 am
there was a song flying around on the radio “my baby bought me a shredder” sung to the tune of “my baby wrote me a letter” by Joe Cocker, ever hear that? I’ve been looking for it, would love to get the lyrics or audio.