I LOL-ed so much...
For those who dont know yet:
https://twitter.com/betangel/status/871065699439054848
Dude, it was awesome
Peter, can we have lyrics for your new greatest hit, please?
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MemphisFlash
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every trader should listen to this song before every trading session!!!
Inspirational lyrics!!! lol
Inspirational lyrics!!! lol
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ruthlessimon
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Genius only just realised that song was Angels 
only just realised that song was Angels -
ShaunWhite
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I didn't like it 
..... I loved it 
Very very funny.
Great editting job, who sang it? Someone from the office or did you hire someone?
But sadly Peter it's a no from me. You can't take perfection to another level, and that's what we need for the final storyline. And to be frank, it was a bit more Robin Williams than Robbie Williams.
..... I loved it Very very funny.
Great editting job, who sang it? Someone from the office or did you hire someone?
But sadly Peter it's a no from me. You can't take perfection to another level, and that's what we need for the final storyline. And to be frank, it was a bit more Robin Williams than Robbie Williams.
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MemphisFlash
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I place a bet with Bet Angel ,contemplate my fate
How does it know the places where to go
How is it told
Cause I have been told
That automation makes my profit grow
So when I’m looking at my bets
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that profit’s dead
I use Bet Angel instead
And through it all It offers stop loss protection
When odds change direction
Whether I’m right or wrong
And trading for the book
Wherever it may take me I know losses will break me
When they come to call, It won’t forsake me
I use Bet Angel instead
When I’m feeling weak
And my profits are down, a one way street
I look above
And I know I will always be blessed with luck
And as the profit grows
it breathes flesh to my bones
when profit’s there
I use Bet Angel instead
And through it all It offers stop loss protection
When odds change direction
Whether I’m right or wrong
And trading for the book
Wherever it may take me I know losses will break me
When they come to call, It won’t forsake me
I use Bet Angel instead
And through it all It offers stop loss protection
When Odds change direction
Whether I’m right or wrong
And trading for the book
Wherever it may take me I know losses will break me
When they come to call, It won’t forsake me
I use Bet Angel instead
How does it know the places where to go
How is it told
Cause I have been told
That automation makes my profit grow
So when I’m looking at my bets
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that profit’s dead
I use Bet Angel instead
And through it all It offers stop loss protection
When odds change direction
Whether I’m right or wrong
And trading for the book
Wherever it may take me I know losses will break me
When they come to call, It won’t forsake me
I use Bet Angel instead
When I’m feeling weak
And my profits are down, a one way street
I look above
And I know I will always be blessed with luck
And as the profit grows
it breathes flesh to my bones
when profit’s there
I use Bet Angel instead
And through it all It offers stop loss protection
When odds change direction
Whether I’m right or wrong
And trading for the book
Wherever it may take me I know losses will break me
When they come to call, It won’t forsake me
I use Bet Angel instead
And through it all It offers stop loss protection
When Odds change direction
Whether I’m right or wrong
And trading for the book
Wherever it may take me I know losses will break me
When they come to call, It won’t forsake me
I use Bet Angel instead
Last edited by MemphisFlash on Sun Jun 04, 2017 3:58 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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MemphisFlash
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maybe we could have a bit of fun with this, the traders on here could come up with some alternate lyrics to other songs and see how they fit
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MemphisFlash
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thought i would kick it off, here are my lyrics to " In The Ghetto"
"In The Ghetto"
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Southampton mornin'
A poor little trader is waking up
In the ghetto
And he opens his eyes
To see Bet Angel full of green
for his automation was running all night
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
That Bet Angel is a powerful tool
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well, the day goes on
And a hungry little trader with a runny nose
Backs and Lays as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to automate the races at night
And he learns how to scalp, and he learns how to trade
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
his computer crashes
He bangs his head,
and pulls his hair,
Tries to trade,
But he don't get far
And you can hear his cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
The computer is on and ready to fire
In the ghetto
And as he begins again,
On a cold and gray Southampton mornin',
Another little trader wakes up
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
"In The Ghetto"
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Southampton mornin'
A poor little trader is waking up
In the ghetto
And he opens his eyes
To see Bet Angel full of green
for his automation was running all night
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
That Bet Angel is a powerful tool
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well, the day goes on
And a hungry little trader with a runny nose
Backs and Lays as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to automate the races at night
And he learns how to scalp, and he learns how to trade
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
his computer crashes
He bangs his head,
and pulls his hair,
Tries to trade,
But he don't get far
And you can hear his cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
The computer is on and ready to fire
In the ghetto
And as he begins again,
On a cold and gray Southampton mornin',
Another little trader wakes up
In the ghetto
And his mama cries