Anonymous parody in the Economist magazine 31st August 1999 (apologies to Bob Dylan)

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that it's fun to set fires far from home
And to squirt Evian till you're drenched to the bone
If your shirt to you is worth keepin',
It needs the right label or you're not worth knowin'
For the times they are a-changin'

Come brokers and bankers please heed the call
The eight-year recovery can't help us all
If we need more cash there's a hole in the wall
If your money to you is worth savin'
Better rescue your ATMs out of this brawl,
For the times...

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticise what you don't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Better drop Mother Jones and get on AOL
For the times...

Come writers and critics who criticise with your pen
And wish you were 19 all over again
In the glorious sixties stoned out of your brain
Before you turned grey and Republican;
It's for youth to run riot and for age to condemn
For the times they are (not much) a-changin'.

typed by fumble finger RtZ