They did not care
When the bug was over there
That’s their problem
Nothing to fear over here
They did not worry
When the bug spread
That’s their problem, and their problem, too
Nothing to fear over here
They do care
Now that the bug is here and it’s causing
A financial problem
That’s what they care about
A thousand people drop matters less than
A thousand point drop
Unfair, they scream
We care, they cry
Of course, you do
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