See my lightening, hear my thunder,
Over the Parthenon as you wonder,
What will happen when I fight
With my bolt and with my might
Feel my prick and feel my thorn
Of the coming financial storm
Give Greece money, don’t ask why
And kiss your lily James Bonds assets goodbye
See my lightening, hear my thunder,
Over the Parthenon as you wonder,
What will happen when I fight
With my bolt and with my might
Feel my prick and feel my thorn
Of the coming financial storm
Give Greece money, don’t ask why
And kiss your lily James Bonds assets goodbye