Chico:
Who's on war,
What's on bailouts,
I Don't Know's on
Oil.
*
Harpo: (speaker of the
House)
strums something
heavenly on harp,
then riffs
flatulent blasts on
bicycle horn
*
Groucho:
Say the secret woid
and win big bankster
bucks.
Pardon me while I
slip into a cover-up.
There's something
corrupt going on
around my pants, and
I just can't seem to
locate it.