Tico country

Lyrics

My name is Teeco Teeco, Teeco Time. You know, the trading world is a wild ride, and I’m strapped in tight. I trade, I trade, always under a dime. Yes, that’s right, I’m the king of the penny stocks. Some folks think I’m in bed with Ham, which they’re happy to spam. Oh, the irony! If only they knew the reality, which is far less exciting than their keyboard fantasies. I could never win that argument, but hey, why ruin a good conspiracy? Once upon a time, I was a slinger, but never a swinger. You see, I’ve got my standards. I’m a trader, sometimes a day trader, which means I wake up, gulp down my overpriced coffee, and dive headfirst into the penny land chaos. I move markets, or at least I like to think I do, hoping to line my pockets with enough change to buy myself Oilers tickets. My name is Teeco Teeco, Teeco Time. I trade, I trade, always under a dime. Investing on the venture is quite the adventure. It’s like a rollercoaster designed by a mad scientist who forgot the safety harnesses. Doing it on the CSE? Oh boy, that’s a whole new level of “what was I thinking?” Maybe the mining industry isn’t right for me. I mean, who needs gold when you can have the thrill of watching your money disappear faster than my will to sell? My skin is thick, though; I’ve been through the wringer, and the thrills make me tick. My name is Teeco Teeco, Teeco Time. I trade, I trade, always under a dime. All I want is to invest with no regret. Is that too much to ask? I wish never to be beaten, never to be taken. But the first thing I must do is find out what is true. In a world full of pumpers who can sometimes be robbers, it’s a full-time job just trying to separate fact from fiction. I don’t fall in love with a stock; that’s a rookie mistake. The scammers? Oh, I will block them faster than a bad date request on social media. I’m not afraid to take a loss; it’s all about opportunity cost. You see, I’ve got my eyes wide open. My name is Teeco Teeco, Teeco Time. I trade, I trade, always under a dime. Northern man, let me know your plan! How not to be taken? How to make serious bacon? I mean, who doesn’t want to fry up some crispy profits? How to see the right share structure and not be a sucker? It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack while blindfolded and standing on one leg. How to look at the fundamentals, including management’s credentials? That’s a fun game—let’s see who can spot the charlatan first! How to turn off the noise? That’s the real trick. I just want to buy myself more toys, but first, I’ve got to navigate this circus of clowns. My name is Teeco Teeco, Teeco Time. I trade, I trade, always under a dime. So here I am, a humble trader in a world of high rollers, trying to make sense of the madness. I’ll keep my chin up, my wits about me, and my sense of humor intact. Because if I can’t laugh at the absurdity of it all, what’s the point? So, here’s to trading, to the wild ride, and to always being just under that dime