A song about the NY Stock Exchange.

Vs. 1
I get that feeling we'll be tradin' up
In after hours you can fill my cup
Four o'clock we'll all be feelin' swell
I just can't wait to hear that closing bell
B side
But ain't no time to take it nice and slow
My heart is racin' from the order flow
I'm on the offer and I'm fellin' strange
Down on the New York Stock Exchange

Vs. 2
Send me for coffee, send me out for tea
Them talkin' heads are on C.N.B.C.
We'll all go drinking till a quarter to ten
And in the mornin' we can do it again
B side
But baby needs another pair of shoes
If I could only shake these Wall St. Blues
Better hang on to your pocket change
Down on the New York Stock Exchange

Vs. 3
I'm tired of parking at the south seaport
The street is long, but I'm goin' short
My bald head tells me, I'm over the hill
2 shots of whiskey, and another pill
B side
But all these voices runnin' through my head
I can't remember what the dealer said
Some people fade but something's never change
Down on the New York Stock Exchange