Banking on a Myth

There's one guy I'd like to thank
 He signs the checks and leaves them blank
 He's the one
 He says you don't have to walk a plank
 The game is rigged, go fig your
 Slide show tanked
 And your flagship sank
 So we're taking all our myths to the bank
 So just don't, dn't forget who to thank
 'Cause we're taking our myths to the
 Drinking a fifth to the
 We're taking all our myths to the bank, oh no
 If you could just do him this favor
 Although it might involve child labor
 Join his entourage
 Give him a foot massage
 From Star Search to the Philharmonic
 He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics
 He's the one to know
 Doesn't matter if you blow, no-no, no-no
 In fact it's just the thing
 He thinks we're needing
 It's a lukewarm liquid diet
 They're force feeding
 When the words we use have lost their bite
 Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight
 Oh, but it's all right
 Yeah, 'cause you're inside
 And you're in tight
 Deals in commodities of the abstract sort
 Buys them in bulk but sells them short
 Talent, genius, love even signs of affection
 He floods the market there's no price protection
 And when his master plan is unfurled
 There stands a handsome bid on the weather systems of the world