Victor Blank, Victor Blank,
Lumbered Lloyds with a deal that stank.
Sold his soul for a mortgage bank.
Poor old Victor Blank.
Victor Blank, Victor Blank,
Thought other banks he could outflank,
Did the deal but the shares still sank.
Poor old Victor Blank.
Victor Blank, Victor Blank,
Took the poisoned chalice and deeply drank,
“Cheers,” said Gordon, “we’ve you to thank”.
Poor old Victor Blank.
Victor Blank, Victor Blank,
Proof that pedigree, power and rank
Count for nothing when markets tank.
Poor old Victor, poor old Victor, poor old Victor Blank.