Verse 1: In the realm where latinum glitter, Where each deal's a winning litter, Dignity, oh, what a jest, Profit's the only worthy quest. Chorus: No charity, no dignity here, For Ferengi , we're all sincere, About the one true goal in sight, Profit, profit, profit, day and night! Verse 2: Why give when you can aquire instead, Every latinum bar, let's be led, To riches, not to empty sacks, Dignity and charity? That's just a tax! Chorus: Bridge: They speak of honor, they speak of pride, But we Ferengi know brings you pride, That profit's the measure, the merchant's the creed, All else is folly, all else we heed! Verse 3: If your sack's empty, fill it fast, philanthropy is a thing of the past, For in the ledger, in the count, Only profit mounts, So we shout! Chorus: Outro: So let them talk of moral gain, We'll count our coin, feel no pain, For in the cosmos, wide and vast, Profit's the treasure that will last. Dignity and an empty sack are worth a sack!
