Here's to you, Arthur Andersen;
Congress wants you more than you might guess.
Don't confess!

Just plead the fifth, Arthur Andersen;
DC has a place for those who pay.
You will pay,
Pay, pay, pay.

Here's to clean audits sold at retail;
Put them in your shredder with your e-mail!

There's a little secret called the Enron books affair
You knew funds were gone, but you did not know where!

Check the debits, check the credits;
At sales price and cost;
Every way you look at it,
You're lost!

Try to merge, Arthur Andersen;
Your status as a big five firm is done.
Was it fun?

Now close your doors, Arthur Andersen;
Clients have all left and gone away.
They won't pay
Pay, pay, pay.

We're the workers at Enron and we don't understand
How your audit staff let things get out of hand.

They read our cooked books, but they didn't realize
Kenneth Lay was capable of telling great big lies.

Research the law, research the facts;
See what gets assumed;
Every way you look at it,
He's doomed!

What have you done, Mr. CEO?
And what about our 401K dough?
Where'd it go?

What's that you say, Arthur Andersen?
Cashbox Ken has given it away!
He did pay,
Pay, pay, pay.

Giving checks to both sides of the House and Senate floor;
That's what Enron's capital budget funds were for!

Do Ken Lay and Enron now have legislative clout?
Or will they be recognized when subpoenas go out?

Watch the Senate, watch the House, and
Whom they both accuse
Every way you look at it,
We lose!