Verse 1: Listen up, you ear-flapping fraud, You think you're Ferengi, but you're just a sod, No profit in your pocket, just some tribble fluff, You're about as Ferengi as Adorian muff. I'm always chasin' Latnim, can't get enough of the stuff. Chorus: You ain't no Ferengi, you're a walking disgrace, Without profit, you're just a waste of space, You're less than the stupid, Hue mon race. You're no Ferengi, not even a trace. Verse 2: You parade around like you're set to win, But you're more like a Ferengi has-been, You couldn't find profit if it bit you in the ass, You're just a nobody, a disgusting mass. Chorus: Bridge: You're a zero, a zip, a big fat zilch, You're the kind of Ferengi that makes us flinch, With your empty pockets and your empty head, You're better off dead, or so it's been said. Verse 3: You think you're slick, but you're just a hack, A Ferengi without profit, you're just a snack, For the real players in the game, You're just a stain, you reek of shame. Chorus: Outro: So, take your lobes and your lack of loot, You're no Ferengi, just a man in a secondhand suit, Remember Rule 18, or get lost in the void, A Ferengi without profit is no Ferengi at all. You're just a void, a Ferengi devoid. Just the thought of it makes me annoyed.
