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THE SOUND OF MUSIC, er DIAMONDS by Richard Rodgers and Oscar
Diamondstein
Snap Lake is alive,
With some macro diamonds,
In old kimberlite
Aged a million years,
These rocks fill my heart,
With the hope of diamonds,
In pipes in amounts that will end my tears,
The pipes they will find like a carat cake,
With frosting on the side,
The breccia, course, will ignite the bourse
And the shorts will all hide.
To laugh at the hex
That came from Bre-X
When Freeport spilled the beans
To feel like you've won
Like old Tiger when putting the greens.
To tundra I look,
When my pocket's empty,
I know I will see
Under granite shore,
Right there at Snap Lake,
Cluster pipes of diamonds,
And I'll sing once more.
Ketchup
OH WHAT A TERRIBLE MORNING (from "Kalamantan" by Rodgers and
Hammerstein)
There's a Strathcona report on Bre-X,
There's a Strathcona report on Bre-X,
It says there's no gold,
And it makes clear one point,
That the people who salted
Should be in the joint
Oh what a terrible morning,
Oh what a God awful day,
If you're a holder of Bre-X,
You're going to get screwed today
There was fraud by some people in Busang
That's as sure as Suharto loves pun-tang,
Though de Guzman's a lout,
There are others about,
When authorites catch them
They'll wish they'd jumped out
Oh what a terrible morning,
Oh what a God awful day,
If you're a holder of Bre-X,
You're going to get screwed today
The lesson to learn is a hard one,
Yes the lesson to learn is a hard one,
Unscrupulous folks there
Can salt all the core
And it's not nice like golf where a gent will yell "Fore!"
Oh what a terrible morning,
Oh what a God awful day,
If you're a holder of Bre-X,
You're going to get screwed today.
TO ALL THE STOCKS I'VE BOUGHT BEFORE Willie Nelson & Julio Iglesias
To all the stocks I've bought before,
That made me rich, that made me poor,
I'm glad thay came along,
I dedicate this song,
To all the stocks I've bought before
To all the shares I've once caressed,
To Atna, Bema, they were best,
They helped me learn to grow,
Cause I sold them too low,
To all the dough I've blown before
To that IR whose counsel sought,
Said "Buy Great Lakes before its bought,"
I put down all my cash,
To see its stock price crash,
A pricey lessson I was taught
To old Bob Bishop's sage advice,
Said DHK would go up thrice,
I listened to his cry,
Chase, Vengold I did buy,
I probably should have just rolled dice
To all the stocks I've loved before,
To Winspear - you I so adore,
I gave my bread to you,
I hoped you would be true,
But now your price is on the floor,
And what has all this taught to me?
Don't fall in love with stocks, you see?
Newsletters, IRs crap [not you Sohpie]
Can maybe be a trap,
So I must do better D.D.
To all the stocks I've loved before,
I now treat stocks just like a whore,
I'll buy them when they're hot,
And dump them when they're not,
And then I guess I won't die poor.
To all the stocks I've bought before,
That made me rich, that made me poor,
I'm glad they came along,
I dedicate this song,
To all the stocks I've bought before. |
