Whilst we wait for the outcome of the current round of Cypriot negotiations, let’s have a jolly song to cheer things up. With no apologies whatsoever to Andy Stewart, TMM give you their version of the Scottish classic “Donald Where’s your Troosers”

“Draghi Where’s Your Euros”
I’m back for a while from the Cyprus Isle 
Where if you want your cash you’ll need some guile
And all the locals shout with bile, 
“Draghi, Where’s your Euros?” 
Let the debt blow high and the growth blow low
We’ll levy a tax on your depo
Russia won’t pay so the the Cyp’s all go,
“Draghi, Where’s your Euros?” 
I sat in on a conference call 
There was slippery talk between them all 
And I was afeared that Europe would fall 
‘Cause they wouldn’t give them Euros
Let the debt blow high and the growth blow low
We’ll levy a tax on your depo
Russia won’t pay so the the Cyp’s all go,
“Draghi, Where’s your Euros?” 
I went for a loan to a German town 
But all I got was a Scheauble frown 
And a scream from the Lady who won’t turn around, 
“Draghi, there not your Euros!” 
Let the debt blow high and the growth blow low
We’ll levy a tax on your depo
Russia won’t pay so the the Cyp’s all go,
“Draghi, Where’s your Euros?” 
The Germans have bound this Superman, 
And the Troika want another billion
I’ve done everything that I possibly can
So don’t ask me for Euros.
Let the debt blow high and the growth blow low
We’ll levy a tax on your depo
Russia won’t pay so the the Cyp’s all go,
“Draghi, Where’s your Euros?”
Let Cyprus leave or let them stay 
It doesn’t matter either way
We can’t arrange a piss-up in breweray
We’ve buggered up the Euro!