Ter gelegenheid van 64e verjaardag van de Wereldbank, 22 juli 2008

WHEN I'M SIXTY-FOUR
(WorldBank to their critics)

Now I am older losing my care,
Many years by now.
Will you still be organising picket lines
Privatisations - oil, gas and mines.

If I'd been out to cut all your trees
Would you kick the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Now I'm sixty-four.

Ooo-ooooh
You'll be bolder too,
And if you save the world,
I could die for you.

I have been lending, blowing your fuse
Then your lights have gone.
You could treat your patients by the candlelight
Every morning another one died

Drilling the deltas, digging the gold,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Now I'm sixty-four.

Every contract we will keep you hostage,
Force to privatise - if it's not too dear
You shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on their knees
Waiting for the grave

Send me a postcard, petition online,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your actions, fill in a form
Sign for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Now I'm sixty-four.