Open your books and I’ll give you the double-entry,
Throw me some looks and your receipt’ll be evidentiary.
I’m your man for the partnership,
Let me know when the party’s hip.
My company’s unlimited, my goods are set to ship.
I’m double-taking on your asset valuation,
Show me your lips and I’ll show you appropriation.
Appreciation. Yeah. My lovin’ is capital,
How else could I rap it all?
I’m the liquid Sole Trader (and my rappin’ is topical).
Take my last word ‘fore I close the book,
It’s the final account, ‘bout to let your body off the hook.
Don’t go dropping your name on my bad debt,
I’ll be rockin’ along ‘cos I’ll see through my threat.
Yo, mess with the Sole Trader: you’ll get yo ass-et.
Might tidy the meter up when I'm not supposed to be revising for an accounts exam!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
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