IRA, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee funds, and bid thee feed By the market on the street IPO’s, dot coms galore Stocks the traders swore would soar Gave thee funds, large cap and small T-bills that could never fall? IRA, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? IRA, I’ll tell thee, IRA, I’ll tell thee: He is calmed by thy return, Catatonic with thy burn. He is meek, and he is mild; Thou made him a little child. He calls for mum with your fees And your sheet curls him fetally IRA, God bless thee! IRA, God bless thee!