THE GAMBLER
On a warm summer evening, on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with a huckster, we were both too tired to sleep,
So we took turns at staring out the window at the darkness,
The boredom overtook us and he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of touting speculations,
And taking private placements, at ten cents on the dollar,
So if you don't mind me sayin', I can see your consternation,
For a taste of Chardonnay, I'll give advice to follow,"
So I poured him Kendall-Jackson, and he swirled it in the wine glass,
Then he ordered caviar, paid for by DFR,
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression,
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, you gotta learn to play it right"
Chorus:
You got to know when to tout 'em, know some about 'em,
Know how many clients to let on fax lists,
You never print your scorecard, when you publish a newsletter,
And don't post like some imposter, or you'll be dismissed
And when he finished speaking, I asked him about Winspear,
Did he think they'd hit a pipe, should I hold my stake?
The stranger shrugged his shoulders, said, "I've really no idea,
Maybe it's a Diavik, maybe a mistake"
He said the market is a tough one, better off to find a business,
Don't start a newsletter though, write those songs with pluck,
Find yourself an agent, son, don't try and beat the market,
'Cause without private placements, you're just hoping for good luck
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