Les Suissérables
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Empty jets and covid breaches
Now António’s dead and gone
He diverted to the Maldives
Just to have some harmless fun
And the bank paid for the Cessna
Which is — just the way it’s done…
But then nasty jealous voices
Spilled the beans on Chairman Tón
They objected to his privilege
And his seats at Wimbledon
I can hear his weeping now!
The very rules that he had broken
Became his last communion
On his final private flight
At dawn
‘Credit Suisse, oh Suisse, forgive me
That I drained you and am done
There’s much more I could have taken
But those dreams are dead and gone’
Phantom pilots at the cockpit
Phantom stewards at the door
Empty seats on empty Cessnas
Where António sits no more