Stockbroker

I'm sitting on a window sill with one foot out the door. I wonder if they ever will relay me all the score. The market has just finished me I traded in my gun all stocks of mine diminished, see! How could I now go on? The year is nineteentwentynine, I wanted to get rich. I listened to that friend of mine to please the wife, the bitch. So if the latest figures fail to turn my luck around I'll spread my wings and slowly sail toward the distant ground. And when I reach the halfway mark I'd say it if I could I was a stockbrokers clark goin' down, so far so good!