KING OF GEEK MODE

KING OF GEEK MODE
(King of the Road)
WilliamBanzai7

Traders who just invent
Rules without common sense.
No phones, or blind fool bets
Ain't got no trading sense
Ah, but..two hours of crunchin in the data room
Buys an eight million dollar four bedroom
I'm a man of means by standard means
King of Geek Mode.

Black box, midnight brain
Innovative stat trades, just insane.
Old worn out suits and shoes,
Don't pay no heed to financial news,
I smoke Cuban stogies and make garbled sounds
Short sell, but not too much all around
I'm a man of standard means by no means
King of Geek Mode.

I know every trader quant from here to Maine
All of their children, and all of their names
And every printout in every town
And every black box that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Traders who just invent
Rules without common sense
No phone, or blind fool bets
I ain't got no trading sense
Ah, but, two hours of crunchin in the data room
Buys an eight million dollar four bed room
I'm a man of means by standard means
King of Geek Mode.