The Fall Of Max

Do you remember I told you a story

About Max the Millionaire?

He had all his inherited money

Piled up in stocks and shares

For years he’d been a meanie

Kept his money to himself

Thought he knew the best way

And refused financial help

Fall of Max

Fall of Max

Fall of Max

Once a Millionaire- blew it in the air

Fall of Max

Fall of Max

Fall of Max

Then one cold winter’s morning

He has a letter from the bank

Could you please pay attention?

I am afraid I’ll have to be frank

You see all your invested money

Tied up in oil and cotton

Has taken a turn for the worse

And you account has reached rock bottom

It was more of less three years later

And Max the once rich man

Had slipped below the poverty line

Eating from a baled bean can

And it was the next morning’s paper

At the bottom of page nine

That a tramp thought to be Max

Was found hanging from a washing line