(Verse 1) On the seas of opportunity, where Ferengi row, A wise Ferengi hears the latinum amidst the flow, With lobes so large, they catch the sound, Of deals to be made, and wealth to be found. (Chorus) Rule number twenty-two, oh it's true, A wise man hears profit in the wind, He needs no other clue, Listen close, don't miss the chance, For in the breeze, find fortunes dance. (Verse 2) From the markets of Ferenginar to the stars above, Every whisper, every gust, speaks of love, Not of romance, but of the latinum kind, Where every deal's a treasure to find. With ears attuned, to the fortune's hum, Navigate through space, profits to come, A flutter, a rustle, a message so clear, A business opportunity, listen, hear! (Bridge) Oh, the wind, whispers her secrets sold, Of markets new, and fortunes untold, With a keen ear, and a prowess so bold, The chasing of profit, never gets old. (Chorus) (Verse 3) Through the cosmos, fly your ship so grand, Listen for whispers, hear wealth's command. Catch every whisper, no matter how small. Profits in the wind, hear it call. The rustle of credits, the clink of every bar, Every zepher tells a story, if you listen hard So stand straight and tall, lobes to the wind, Grab upon it's tails and let the journey begin. (Outro) So remember this, as you sail through space, Keep your ears open, keep up the chase, For in the wind, where the wise man hears, The song of profit... music to the ears.
