We Are Worldcom

Every time you made a telephone call
MCI/Worldcom stiffed you, son.
Our people were lying
Behind your back they said, "Get a life."
But they stiffed one and all.

Accountants pretended day by day
That we were making billions and change.
We were all part of a hogging family.
And the truth—we had a bunch of pigs to feed.

CHORUS
We are Worldcom; we screwed your children
We are the ones who made a darker day—
You should be livid.
There's a choice that we made
We gave out craven lies
We screwed you every day—
Dumb FCC.

Spent more than we garnered
It just seemed that no one cared
We got stronger because the SEC's
Full of dumbasses.
We boned you; took your bread—
While at it, we gave you a job of hand.

CHORUS

Response:
Still not down and out—
We gotta hope they fall.
But even if they leave
The scene, it'll be only gall
That is maybe satisfied.
Only real satisfaction
Is if Bernie Ebbers is hung.