Every weekend you and I ride
From our little apartment on the near North Side
North on the North Shore of Chicago
To see where we'll live when we get the dough.
When we start the company and issue stock
And the analysts rave and investors flock
And the price goes from fifteen to fifty-five
We'll head on up the Lake Shore Drive.
When the stock goes through the ceiling
We'll go to Deerfield, Northbrook or Wheeling
We'll jack up the price by going in debt
And get a house in Wilmette
When the bubble expands like in the 80s
We'll move to Winnetka and buy a Mercedes
And finally we'll wind up in Lake Forest
And then I suppose we'll get divorced.
You'll get the house, I'll get what remains
A used Honda and a place in Des Plaines
I'll date a waitress, a faded blonde
And buy a bungalow in Oak Lawn
When the company tanks, I just pray to God
That the DA doesn't know much about fraud
And the jury acquits and I don't get
A studio apartment in Joliet.