(Verse 1) Regardless of where you are in space, Ferengi chase the profit, it is always the case, A rule they hold, it true, number 57 my brethren. "Good customers are rare as latinum, treasure them,” (Chorus) Good customers, oh so rare, Not a lot of them out there Treasure them, hold them dear, For their worth is oh so clear. (Verse 2) In the hustle of galactic trade, Where deals are made and fortunes paid, One customer stands out from the rest, Their value, in latinum, you can't assess. (Chorus) (Verse 3) Through the cosmos, far and wide, Business thrives where dreams ignite, But find a customer who's worth their weight, In latinum, they're your fortune's gate. (Chorus) (Bridge) In the ledger of the your treasury, Mark their names with pride and brevity, For they bring not just profit's gleam, But loyalty in a life of potential opportunities. (Verse 4) So remember this, in every deal, How you treat those who spend their money for real, Treasure good customers, keep them near, For in business, they're your crew, and your a buccaneer. Outro: Good customers, treasures bright, In the darkness, they bring light, Treasure them, as you would latinum, For in them, your future's hap a nin.
