From the recording 60 Years of Love, Laughter, and Legends
Lyrics
He checks his phone at 6 AM
Same three trades, he's at it again
Hits his target, time to sell
Twenty-two cents before the bell
While day-traders chase the latest meme
J.W. sticks to his boring routine
They're up all night, stressed and wired
He's counting quarters, never tired
He's the twenty-two cent wheel of fortune man
Coffee cooling while he works his plan
"Cash it out," he says and clicks 'sell'
"Small wins add up, I know it well"
Mr. Twenty-Two, steady as stone
While others chase millions, he's building his fortune
Screen flashing green, another day's pay
Twenty-two cents paved the way
He’s the twenty-two cent wheel of fortune man
New trader sits down, hands shaking bad
"Lost my shirt on the latest fad"
J.W. slides over his trading screen
"See this profit? Twenty-two cents clean"
"But that's nothing!" the rookie cries
J.W. points to his monthly highs
"Kid, I've done this every day
Small and steady always pays"
He's the twenty-two cent wheel of fortune man
Coffee cooling while he works his plan
"Cash it out," he says and clicks 'sell'
"Small wins add up, I know it well"
Mr. Twenty-Two, steady as stone
While others chase millions, he's building his fortune
Screen flashing green, another day's pay
Twenty-two cents paved the way
He’s the twenty-two cent wheel of fortune man
"Hey Quarter-Boy!" they call his name
"Playing it safe, what a shame"
J.W. checks his balance, grins real wide
"Shame's on you," he says with pride
Market crashes, big boys cry
J.W.'s green while others die
Tortoise wins while rabbits fall
Small and steady beats them all
Now he's the twenty-two cent legend man
Coffee cooling while he works his plan
"Cash it out," he says and clicks 'sell'
"Told you so," his profits tell
Mr. Twenty-Two, the king they crown
While the big shots tumble down
Screen flashing green, year by year
Twenty-two cents made his fortune clear
He’s the twenty-two cent legend man
So when the market starts to call
And greed whispers "risk it all"
Think of J.W. at his screen
Twenty-two cents, calm and clean
Set your target, take your cut
Don't let FOMO keep you stuck
The wheel of fortune spins around
But patient traders stay sound
