A couple of blokes say the party’s over, that we’re about to burst the last and final big bubble, and after that le deluge. Sure looks that way.

Sing along with Goody Goody

I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles (1919)
Music by John Kellette
Lyrics by James Kendis, James Brockman and Nat Vincent

I’m forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high
Nearly touch the sky
Then like my dreams they fade and die
Fortune’s always hiding
I’ve looked everywhere
I’m forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air

Now we’re on our last big bubble
Soon the bubble won’t be there
It’s blown so high
Nearly reached the sky
Taken my dreams and made them die
My fortune’s gone in hiding
Can’t find it anywhere
Now we’re in our last big bubble
Soon the bubble won’t be there

Bankers love those great big bubbles
Bonuses just fill the air
Salaries so high
Nearly reach the sky
Too big to fail you hear them sigh
Their fortune’s they are hiding
Burst bubbles they don’t care
Wall Street loves those great big bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air