Andrew Porter, financial exec
Walked up to the door of the shack
He was here to stop a lawsuit
And he feared there'd be plenty of flack
A couple wanted a million
And they just refused to take 'No'
Now they were threatening 'LAWSUIT'
So Andrew said ' I HAVE to go! '
He didn't tell his colleagues
Or anyone else he had gone
Then he could boast of his triumph
When returned to his office alone
He drove down from Wall Street to Georgia
To tell them 'Forget your big plan
If you think I'll give you a million
Then you're talking to the wrong man! '
He spoke to them on his cell phone
He said he was on his way
This was a special visit!
He would see them later that day
He parked his Lexus and made his way
Through the slime and the greasy dirt
He held on to his briefcase and cell phone
And straightened the cuffs of his shirt