I'm taking a little summer break, but my trader buddy sparked the idea for a little tune based on "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys", and I wanted to leave everyone with some late summer entertainment in honor of Brother Surf's new baby.
Here's the original tune for those who aren't familiar with the melody:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RePtDvh4Yq4
Traders ainât easy to love,
When theyâre losing their dough.
Theyâd rather fight a strong move,
Than just go with the flow.
Dreams of quick millions and new red Ferraris
Attracts the young playas to trade.
They donât understand supply and demand,
They look for a strong trend to fade.
Mamas, donât let your babies grow up to be traders.
Theyâll try to pick bottoms and try to pick tops,
Theyâll avârage down as their account balance drops.
Mamas, donât let your babies grow up to be traders.
Theyâll cut short their winners and let losers run.
It wonât be very much fun.
Traders like multiple screens âcause it makes them feel awesome.
Price ladders flashing and clutter all over their charts.
Theyâll get rich quickly -- itâs easy, and when they do,
All will be theirs for the taking.
When in fact, it requires a new way of thinking,
In which ego is crushed from the start. :eek:
Mamas, donât let your babies grow up to be traders.
Theyâll spend several years on a Quest for the Grail,
And lose tens of thousands as each of them fail.
Mamas, donât let your babies grow up to be traders.
Theyâll join Elite Trader and argue all day,
How the edges have all gone away.
