Apple Prison Blues
I hear my iPhone ringin’
My broker’s on the line
Lord I ain’t seen a rally, and I doan like to whine,
But I’m stuck in Apple prison, and it is not so fine
But that Nasdaq keeps a fallin’, and Cramer can’t say why…
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Doc,
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with stocks.
But I bought a thousand AAPL, just to watch it die
When I hear that margin callin’, I hang my head and cry…
I bet there’s rich folks eating from a fancy Goldman car
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be rich
But those brokers keep a sellin’
And that’s a real bitch…
Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that Goldman train was mine
I’d take it up to Napa, and load it full of wine
Far from Apple prison, that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let a jug of Merlot wash my blues away…..