The Fall Of Max

English Dogs

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