When the banks can have a say
in matters of the heart one day,
the world will go around the bend-
for love is not for sale or rent;
it won't yield any interest,
and so it's what the banks detest.

Thus I detest the banks right back-
their facts and figures, all that craic
which drives me slowly round the bend:
For love is not for sale or rent...
It always must be given free,
to be received without a fee.

If banks can have a say in this,
then something has to be amiss-
for they will run our lives for us,
with facts and figures and such fuss.
But love is free, I say- and swear
without it, life we can not bear !

I tell you here and now: The day
that things like banks can have a say
about those matters of the heart
will be the day that life turns hard:
For once they have a say- they might
as well charge for the sun's own light...