Simon Jenkins of MIT’s Sloane School of Management, and Peter Boone from the London School of Economics, say the party’s over, and that the world is close to its final bubble, after which comes world financial doomsday, le deluge. Sure looks that way. Maybe it’s time to just sing along.

 

 

I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles (1919)

Music by John Kellette

Lyrics by James Kendis, James Brockman and Nat Vincent

 

 

I’m forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

They fly so high

Nearly touch the sky

Then like my dreams they fade and die

Fortune’s always hiding

I’ve looked everywhere

I’m forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

 

Now we’re on our last big bubble

Soon the bubble won’t be there

It’s blown so high

Nearly touched the sky

Taken my dreams and made them die

My fortune’s gone in hiding

Can’t find it anywhere

Now we’re in our last big bubble

Soon the bubble won’t be there

 

Bankers love those great big bubbles

Bonuses just fill the air

Salaries so high

Nearly touch the sky

Too big to fail you hear them sigh

Their fortune’s they are hiding

Burst bubbles they don’t care

Wall Street loves those great big bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air