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The outlook was not brilliant for the economy that day
The forecast three point four, with no more tax cuts left to play
And when the Dow lost momentum and the Nasdaq did the same
A pall like silence fell upon the investors in the game
A straggling few got up to go and leave the market to the rest
Others held to hopes that spring eternal in the human breast
If only Greenspan would get a chance to aim his arsenal at that
We'd put in much more money, with Greenspan at the bat
But Iraq looked a'threatening, and the dollar was a'tumbling
And inflationary thunder was from far off places rumbling
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat
For there seemed little chance that mighty Greenspan could fix that
But December retailing wasn't overheated to the wonderment of all
And core inflation didn't escalate from the levels in the fall
And when the dust had lifted and markets saw what had occurred
There was good old Alan, with all hanging on his word
There was ease in Greenspan's manner as he sat down at his place
There was a pride in Greenspan's bearing and some wrinkles on his face
And when he looked at Congress with his glasses on his nose
It was clear big Al had answers for the questions they might pose
He signalled to the markets, that no more would rate hikes fly
And that income-starved consumers could just keep their debt loads high
From the traders in the bond pits there went up a joyous cheer
That echoed into housing starts and sent stocks up that year
But as the year just marched along they saw his muscles strain
And they knew that mighty Greenspan wouldn't be around again
For his turn at bat was over and so now he had to go
Leaving some Bush-league appointee to try to run the show
Oh somewhere in this favoured world the sun is shining bright
The currency is rising and investors' hearts are light
And somewhere charts are leaping, and buyers give a shout
But there is no joy in America - Mighty Greenspan's term is out.
