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Strategies & Market Trends : Just shovel your money straight down the OTC-BB sewer -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Intrepid1 who wrote (92)	11/24/1998 8:03:00 AM
From: Tom C	Respond to of 159

With apologies to Tom Waits ,Small Change (Got Rained On With His Own 38) Small Change (Got Rained On by a Floorless Convert) Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert, And nobody flinched down on the street And the mm's weren't weeping, they went stock-trading mad, And the shorts were the only ones that really had it made And his cold stock was twisted, by the hypster, by pure will, And crumpled in his fist was a note from a five-dollar and under shill And the naked shorts with their Cheshire grins, And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause 'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, it's walking with a limp Now that Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert And nobody flinched down on the street, And the basher's alarm has been discounted, And the frontmen start to rattle And the brokers are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle And the hypsters plead the Fifth Amendment And the stock is bargains galore But the blood is in the street, a stock without a floor And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street, And now the underwriters ain't got a chance And the hypster's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause 'Cause Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert And no one's gone over to close his eyes And there's an e-mail in his pocket, Circled "AZNT" at One and a third And the broker at the money store didn't say a word As the siren tears the thread in half, and someone lost his wallet Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it And the stock MM's hike up their spreads and fish for panicky investors With their profits cut as if by razor blades and their portfolio's just silhouettes And the thread's steaming and in a wreck, and nah, They won't let you profit, but what the hell do you expect? And the MM's are tragic and if you want to buy at noon, Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but But Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert And his headstone's an ATM machine, No more swimming pool or Mercedes Benz or credit cards or dreams Someone's shaking down the thread now, and he's only in his teens, 'cause 'Cause Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert And a fistful of paper can't change that, And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring And the broker got his porkpie Stetson hat And the tuberculosis old men on Wall Street wheeze and cough And the stock will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause 'Cause Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert , yeah, Small Change got rained on by a floorless convert.