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ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DREAM
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
Winspear is down, what a shame,
I want it up, from where it came,
When I want a triple all I have to do, is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When Randy comes, with his plans,
I don't like them, they look like scams,
Whenever I hate it, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
I can find a mine, kimberlite real fine,
Any time, night or day,
Only trouble is, gee wiz,
I'm dreamin' my life away
I need pipes so, that I could cry,
I want them so, and that is why,
Whenever I want pipes all I have to do, is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
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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IN THE SUMMERTIME....Mungo Jerry
In the summertime, when the peaches are ripe,
You can drill right down and find a pipe,
When the weather's fine,
You've got diamonds, you've got pinkies on your mind,
Have a dyke, have a sill,
Twenty million ton pipe would be fine.
If the stock goes down, better buy some more shares,
If the stock goes up, we won't have any cares,
Find a nice big pipe,
Twenty million tons or more with good grade,
When the counts come back, we can make it,
We can make it in the shade
We're not dumb people, we're not greedy, we're not mean,
We love everybody, but think management stinks,
When the weather's fine,
They'll be drilling or be sampling in the till,
We'll soon be happy,
When it's "P" word, and it's more than just a sill
Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee,
Da-da-da-da-da...
Yeah, we're happy happy, da-da-da-da-dah,
When the fog is here, then it's party time,
Bring some vodka,
Greet the Russians, it'll soon be winter time,
It will freeze again,
Get the drill rigs and go put them on the lake,
If it's rich, if it's pipe,
Toast the crew and we'll all be eating cake |
