I met him on a Monday, when my sheets were spread At Enron-ron-ron, at Enron-ron The lawyers want the truth, but they won't find a shred At Enron-ron-ron, at Enron-ron Kenneth Lay's afraid No one will get paid Guess they all got laid By Enron-ron-ron, by Enron-ron And if you think Dick Cheney tried to use his cloud For Enron-ron-ron, for Enron-ron Well maybe that's the reason that he's hiding out He's gone-gone-gone-gone, he's gone-gone-gone We'll go to the pen We'll get five to ten But guess who's counting them? The guys at Arthur Andersen