Hedge Fund Man

Hedge Fund Man - by Peter Ort He's a PM and a trader He's got a signal turning green He's a restless young risk taker Wants to run the big money He's got no problem with his high fees And his lockup is secure He's cleaning up his network To keep his sources pure Learning to lower the beta of the Old World Man Learning to make the alpha like a New World Man He's bought some concentrated stakes And learned when to sell and apply the brakes He's old enough to know what options to write But young enough to confuse it He's noble enough not to take in too much cash But weak enough not to refuse it He's a Hedge Fund Man... He’s got activism fever Spin off your factories and farms He's a fighter and no stranger To the sell side and their charms He's got market timing power With quant models on patrol He's got to watch the advance/decline line And keep his risk control Trying to double the pay of the Old World Man Buying a Swiss chalet like a New World Man He's forgotten the drawdown of yesterday He knows a high water mark is here today He's noble enough to see his risk is not right But weak enough not to defuse it He's wise enough to raise a yard But fool enough to lose it He's a Hedge Fund Man... Learning to lower the beta of the Old World Man Learning to make the alpha like a New World Man He's a Hedge Fund Man... He's a Hedge Fund Man...

New World Man – by RUSH He's a rebel and a runner He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it He's a New World Man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and a ranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World Man Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it He's a New World Man... Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man He's a New World Man... He's a New World Man...