Long-Hold Stocks

Down on the NASDAQ floor, the scene was changing;
High-tech stocks were losing their high rating.
They watched once grand dot-coms plummet so far.
How'd their pissant lawyers ever pass the bar?
The trading day would end at 4 o'clock.
Stock's dead, they're afraid:
Long-hold stock

Long-hold stock—wish I'd not been short of sight.
Long-hold stock—bought it and the comp'ny line.
Long-hold stock—should have shorted; it dived.

Traders walked like zombies, uncomprehending, grieving.
That shakeup gave the high-fliers a beating.
Should have watched the ticker for the market in Hong Kong.
Ain't gonna pay off their margins; all the upside is gone.
At the Exchange, they nervously watch the clock.
Stocks are dead, they say,
Long-hold stocks.

Long-hold stock—wish I'd not been short of sight.
Long-hold stock—bought it and the comp'ny line.
Long-hold stock—should have shorted; it dived.

LAN slide, stocks are falling,
Falling down, round their lev'raged heads,
Gap 'tween highs and lows yawning.
Say again: stocks are dead, stocks are dead, stocks are dead.

Investors are dumping; they smell high-tech scams—
A 20-point drop in an online store for lamps.
Traders are starting to black out in the aisles.
Financial pundits, unlike The Who, couldn't see for miles.
No more smirking smiles; all the laughter has stopped.
Stocks are dead, they say,
Long-hold stocks.