John Forster
Текст песни Type A

The CEO of an S&L was an Class A SOB.
His MO went from PDQ right up through ASAP.
FYI: GOP, MBA (USC).
By the way, totally –
Type A.

This CEO, his S&L, its P&L NG.
FDIC real PO'ed, not to mention the SEC.
S&L gonna fail; FBI on his trail;
SOS. Time to bail.
Type A.

Copping Z's in BVD's, 4 AM he wakes.
His head aches like TNT, anxiety, the shakes.
This is not PMS; better call EMS.
The EMS takes the BQE, heading North on FDR.
29th street, NYU. Straight to the ER.
They give the guy a CAT, an MRI, an EKG.
By the bye, they notice he's
Type A.

Not B, Not Q, not R, not S,
But A, i.e., the guy's a mess.

He has TB. He has VD. He has BO, PU.
His EEG is not OK, which KO's his IQ.
2 RNs, 1 MD... all agree: RIP,
Unless he learns to be
Type B.

Now the RX from his MD was mainly R&R.
Some NFL, some T&A.
Some TLC. He'll soon be up to par.
Though you feel AOK, you could be DOA
So change your POV to
Type B.

QED.