Monday 17 March 2014

March 17: Would you like fries with that?


Big Fat Pete was hungry, so Nick he went for fries
The two fifties he used to pay were suspicious in her eyes
So the cashier she then sent those notes to the bank
The bank they told the coppers, who stopped their little prank

You see the Megaloudis brothers, they had a real good bash
They got themselves some printers and made some dodgy cash
They could’ve churned out millions; they had a heap of gear
But how to wash the currency, they just had no idea

A dodgy cover story, Pete’s alias forgot
A run down place on Kurnell beach, they thought they had the lot
“We’re printing for the Government, cash and cheques” they said
“Flags and banners for St George, white adorned with red”

Nick was an electrician; well he was some time ago
He couldn't fix a chop stick, but he was keen to have a go
So he fiddled with the printers, every one he fixed then broke
So they telephoned the techo’s, well what a bloody master stroke

The coppers they were watching, every move the brothers made
Listening to their phone calls, where Nick called a spade a spade
“We gotta shift this money”, he told his best mate Tim
Take it to the tourist traps, chance of detection it is slim

But back here in Australia, Nick was printing every night
Both he and Pete were desperate, trying to get the notes just right
But still the coppers watched them, just waiting for the time
To execute the warrant, and to arrest them for their crime

And the Feds were all over them, and they were listening in
Fat Pete was snoring on the phone, they recorded with a grin
Their plans were discussed in code, that a two year old could break
About where they should “burn” their notes, swap real ones for the fakes

Twenty-four November was the date they had selected
To enter all the premises where crimes had been detected
Five premises they raided, and much evidence was seized
Six defendants were in custody, and the coppers they were pleased

The trials began, the pleas were made, negotiations they began
Briefs compiled, indictments signed, the prosecution had a plan
Nick was the main player, his role in time evolved
Pete was just plain lazy, but Tim was heavily involved

The notes were fine, they looked real good, but the crims they were so dumb
Way too much talking on the phone, meant their plan had come undone
Hours of film surveillance, of telephonic conversation
And in the end, Tim, Nick and Pete, are each enjoying incarceration

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