‘Twas in my youth I ran away
To accountancy one day
With pen and paper, collar and stud
Accountancy was in my blood
Oh scribble away
And balance the books.
And sing an accountancy shanty
I chartered an accountant
At the age of twenty-one
So raise a glass of medium dry sherry
To the golden age of B-A-T
It’s fun to charter accountants
And sail the wild accountancy
To find, explore, the funds offshore
and scourge the shoals of bankruptcy.