Called them the ‘stuffed suits,’ laid my plot
To safe and sure get mine.
Men call me ‘self-made.’ A self-made what?
Dough I’ve got and some fine
Diamonds a sparklin’, but just know
I ain’t so great; I’m small.
Money does talkin,’ they say, but Joe,
Money won’t do it all.
Boot-licked the Trust, then twisted, swirled
Up on the ‘reps’ I’d killed;