Nancy Sinatra, Boots were Made for Walking (supposedly was a popular march tune in Vietnam) You keep saying you've got something for me. something you call love, but confess. You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin' and now someone else is gettin' all your best. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin' and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet. You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'. Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt. Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
A medley of 4 tunes, if it may please the court: Hi ho, hi ho, to McDonald's job I go, if my equity hits a new low I'll be - with Gordon Gekko... Don't cry for me, harrytrader. My astrological star gave up some profits, conspired to lose, as was predicted in Weekly World News, you must've read it. 'Cause you had posted it, in Thursday's forum, When in Uranus, to cure your boredom... Happy trailin' Stops to you, and don't ya git whipsawed, 'n those breakouts, that you took, turn out to be all false, The 2 per cent you lose is gone forever, So don't cry about how you made an error. Keep yer trailin' Stops or you will be losin' agin... Gray skies are gonna clear up, put on a winning trade! Wait for MA's to cross up, put on that winning trade! Now's not the time to try out Gann angles, it's not your style. Your Elliot Wave and Fibbonaci levels : off by a mile. Indices soon will break out, put on a winning trade, Turns out to be a fake out? Jack Hershey says "time to fade", And you'll have profits all over the place - until then, the shorts are safe.
Before the opening - "Luck be the Lady" by Sinatra After a bad trade - "Loser" by Beck I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? Get crazy with the cheeze whiz Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? Drive-by body pierce Yo bring it on down I'm a driver, I'm a winner Things are gonna change, I can feel it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? :eek:
Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?
Well, I went home with the waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians, too I was gambling in Havana I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money Dad, get me out of this I'm the innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck Between the rock and the hard place And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck Now I'm hiding in Honduras I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and money...