GUNGA JOHN

You can talk about cachet
And your Harvard MBA
When you're nine-to-fivin' for some white-shoe banker
But when you're market-makin'
And you spend your day risk-takin'
Then it's guts and ice-cold blood for which you hanker

Now at Solly in her prime
Where I used to spend my time
With Billy, Timmy, Tommy, Craig and Ron
Of all that trading crew
The bravest man I knew
Was our legendary leader, Gunga John.

It was "John! John! John!
We bought the IBM deal Gunga John!
Should we hedge? The market's sloppy.
Henry thinks it's pretty toppy.
You'd better make the call here, Gunga John!"

His morning protocol
Was to light a Temple Hall
Then take a little stroll around the store
And while Goldman's Johnnys might
Head for lunch at some chic site
Our Johnny ate with us--right on the Floor!

Yes it's John! John! John!
Not perfect, nor were Koufax, Ford, or Spahn
Tell the guys who worked for Buffett
That in my book they can stuff it!
You're a better man than they are, Gunga John!