(Verse 1) In the vast expanse of space, where profit is the race, There's a rule we Ferengi know, It is true in most every case. Rule number seven, it's quite leavin', Keep your ears open, and your lips sealed (Chorus) Ears wide, mouth shut, that's the key, In a galaxy of greed, you'll hear. Profit whispers in the air, hear but don't you dare to share. (Verse 2) When you're at the bar, or in a trade, Listen to what's said, but don't let your voice get in the way. Information's bank, more than latinum, Keep it all inside, don't let it out, use it to gain. (Chorus) (Verse 3) From Quark to Rom, we've learned the game, Profit's not just luck, it's also who you don't inflame. With every listen, we gain a lot. Speak too much, and you've forgot. (Chorus) (Verse 4) In the market of the stars, where deals are made with flair, A Ferengi's got to be aware, of every whisper in the air. When the Orions trade in spice, or the Klingons want their fight, We listen, we learn, we earn, in the quiet of the night. (Chorus) (Verse 5) When the Federation talks of peace, or the Romulans plot for war, We're the ones who profit, from the whispers see rule Thirty four. With ears like antennae, we catch the news, In the silence, we choose, to let our profits balloon. (Chorus) (Bridge) A Ferengi's silence is his wealth, In the art of a deal, a key is stealth. With ears like sails, we catch the wind, Our fortunes grow, our lips are pinned. (Outro) Rules of Acquisition our guiding light, In the economy of space, where deals ignite. Keep your ears open, your mouth shut tight, For in silence, profit takes its flight. In the shadow of the stars, where whispers are the key, We navigate the cosmos, with cunning and glee. Our lips sealed, our ears keen, On top of the market of the universe, we've always been.
