Here JK, just for you
(with my apologies to Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne (c)1945)
Let It Snow
Oh, the money we spent was frightful,
When the mar-ket was delightful;
But now we have nothing to show,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
But I hope it soon stops dropping;
The bottom is way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we finally say good night,
And we won’t take a loss anymore;
We can grab our bro-ker real tight,
And throw him from the tenth floor.
The ‘Street’ is quickly dying,
And, my dear, we're still not buy-ing;
But so long as we don’t have dough.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.